Always liked Blackpool, had holidays there as a kid. Piers Pavillions with Charlie Drake, Jimmy Clitheroe and George Formby and Reginald Dixon playing with his organ at the Tower Ballroom. Yeah, with hindsight, it was pretty average but it was post-war England and OK for the time. Also, I remember ****ty sands with stinky donkeys with daft names, the Pleasure Beach, candy floss, toffee apples and ILLUMIFUCKINATIONS. Who can remember or forget stupid ****ing cowboy hats with "Kiss Me Quick," on the front. Later danced at the Casino, met a few ladies and had a good time or two. By then they probably had "Kiss Me Quick," on their knickers. As for the football; I always liked the tangerine kit took in a game or two, when on holiday, and subsequently met and liked Tony Waiters (ex Blackpool goal-keeper) in Vancouver. He is the only manager to take Canada to a men's World Cup (1986). He's a great guy.
As bad as the Allams have been, it would be wrong to make comparisons with Oyston given his background. That said a diluted version of what the Blackpool Gazette have done would not be out of place when the hugely anticipated date of the Allams departure does actually take place
I always recall the story about the Stuart Green transfer to Blackpool.... When Peter Taylor found out that Green was talking to Blackpool, he said, 'No daughter of mine is going to a $hithole like Blackpool," and promptly signed him for Crystal Palace. Taylor was very rarely wrong, its a litter strung wasteland of broken dreams, **** pubs and third rate B&B's....The package holiday to Spain ended Blackpool's halcyon days. Thank **** for that.
I think the package holidays abroad dealt a blow to many British holiday resorts and I really haven't a clue what Blackpool is like now. The last time I was there was almost fity years ago. My mates and I stayed in one of the aforementioned third rate B&Bs but I did meet a lovely, lass from Kilmarnock. I wonder what became of her?
I think Blackpool was always (and probably still is) a great place to go with a load of your mates for a boozy weekend - even those with two heads, both of them ugly, would still score with a pissed up enthusiastic milf/gilf from north of the border ...... those 'ladies' were certainly character forming
They used to have Glasgow Weekends didn't they? Never went as a kid but went for weekends with mates in the 80's, you'd get different football mobs charging about on the prom scrapping, fun at the time.
No chance. The Allams have given sizeable (strings-attached) donations to Castle Hill and the University, they have ensured they are accorded due deference among local opinion makers. Oyston is a convicted rapist. They both own(ed) football clubs and are blind to the anger they gratuitously cause among their respective fanbases. That's about the only things they have in common.
Too right. Great for the kids too for a few days. Blackpools problem is it's full of displaced scumbags from Liverpool and Manchester cos of said third rate bnb's taking them in as it was emergency accommodation and they stayed.
Snap...I went to B/pool on a lads week. Met some right tasty birds from Wolverhampton or it might have been Dudley. Ended up in their B&B. Promised to stay in touch with this bird. Didn't. Now I can't even remember her name. She had fine assets. In those days..that wasn't at all sexist.
It's funny what one remembers and what one forgets. It was 1971 when I met the girl from Kilmarnock. We had two or three days together with a few kisses but nothing more. I remember her name, can see her in my minds eye and I even remember her address. Strangely, after moving to Canada I had a football team mate from Dundee whose auntie lived on the same street as my girl from Kilmarnock.
Without wanting to prompt a discourse surrounding metropolitan populations or any kind of comparative per capita with our fair city and City, I've always regarded Blackpool as being fairly modestly supported anyway (going from 80s onwards).
