Even in older life I was meant to be going there for a football match - anyway I had to cancel because I was ill at the time. Turned out I'm glad I did, my mates that went, said it didn't stop raining and they got as soaked as you possible could going to a wind swept ground, pissing it down with rain. Does it ever not rain in Blackpool!
I went there once with Mrs luv when we're were young, stayed in a dive run by Rigsby. The sink came off the wall as soon as I touched it and there was no water. Went out and had a few beers, went to get some cash and came back to Mrs luv and her friend winding up this massive gypsy guy a right ****ing monster, managed to descalate that and had more beers and stuff. Next morning I felt something at the end of the bed with my foot so had a look and there was a half eaten burger that had gone solid it had been there that long, it was like a fossil. Never been back.
sounds familiar to a long* weekend i endured in Skegfuckingness just because the Mrs was in a brass band which was playing there * it was actually a standard weekend that just felt like 5 weeks .
To describe how big this gypsy was I remember looking at his hand that was holding a pint and noticing that his index finger nearly touched his thumb.
love the way women mouth off at fellas like that knowing it's you not them who are going to end up a bloody pulp
the results just never seem to occur to them though tbf my Mrs is ok on that front , possibly because she was previously married to a full blown Hells Angel , and she was likely if it got to tense to smack them herself - she had a mean left hook back in the day