Tuesday, 2 October 2012

Wet Weekend in Blackpool

Room with a view
Got flashed at in Silcock's toilets by an old man wearing a mac, he was stood masturbating at the urinal, he turned round, winked at me and showed me it. If he had been 50 years younger! 

Gypsy Lavinia epitomises the fading holiday town along with Pat's Bingo.
Blackpool in Mid September, Blackpool for most of the year! White foam was blowing everywhere due to severe wind and rain battering the water front. yes I received a face full of salty spray, not for the first time! The wind dropped around lunchtime and the sun came out, it became rather pleasant.

Seriously creepy!

One can never have enough nail varnish.
At The North pier we came upon a penny arcade, housing an extensive working collection of curious antique slot machines, treasures of your childhood. Pay a pound and in return you receive five old penny coins that operates the games, including a Sooty and Sweep puppet show!

 
She's like Nostradamus!

Blackpool's illuminations are 6 miles long so we decided to take a tram tour of the lights, it took an hour an half, then afterwards we ate chips in the street, Carmen's biggest decision was whether to have batter bits with hers, she did.
A distastefully dressed tram.

Blackpool's version of The Bates Motel (not the one we stayed at). Nice to know the Queens are open all year round!
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  1. LẌ2 October 2012 at 02:02

    I especially like all of the lights!

    Does Carmen like mayo on her chips? I tried that in Germany last year.

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    1. Mitzi 2 October 2012 at 17:43

      Yes she does but nothing comes close to having Heinz salad cream on your chips. In Blackpool they mix ketchup with mayonnaise and call it marie-rose sauce!

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    2. LẌ2 October 2012 at 18:21

      When I was in the Navy, the cooks mixed ketchup and mayo and called it "French Dressing!"

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  2. mrpeenee2 October 2012 at 08:30

    It's the glamorous life.

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    1. Mitzi 2 October 2012 at 17:48

      It is Mr Peenee, Blackpool is often referred as a "poor man's Las Vegas" but I have to disagree, it's more Paris by the sea, with it's chic little boutiques and pavement cafes.

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  3. Jane and Lance Hattatt2 October 2012 at 08:46

    Hello Mitzi:
    Now just think what expense you have saved by having that wonderful exfoliating facial for free courtesy of Blackpool's salty sea spray in the face!

    You do know how to live life in the fast lane........chips and batter bits....even Heston Blumenthal hasn't caught up with that yet!!

    Did you have a good time?

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    1. Mitzi 2 October 2012 at 18:03

      I just adore the weather-beaten look as it helps to fit in with the locals that and musing over the cheap polyester clothing from Bonny Street market.

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  4. Ivy Black2 October 2012 at 09:11

    God I love Blackpool. We used go twice a year when I was a kid. We made it to the Cliffs Hotel later on a few times because my Grandad wanted to be closer to Dolly's Bar!
    I remember those Penny Arcade things fondly There was one of a hanging I seen to recall, as well as that hautnted house one. Little Ivy spent many hours infront of them laughing like s small drain..
    I think if you haven't been flashed at in Blackpool, you've missed a treat. I was flashed on my way to the ice cream palour off Albert Road. Didn't put me off my rum n'raisin though.xxx

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    1. Mitzi 2 October 2012 at 18:19

      Yes I remember the hanging with a soilder stood outside the gates the trap door opens and the body drops. What fun! Do you remember when it used to be free to walk around the Pleasure Beach? Now they charge you £5 for the privilege! No we never.

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  5. Ms Scarlet2 October 2012 at 09:22

    Flashed at in Blackpool by an antique slot machine with salty spray... yes, I'm speed reading again....
    Sx

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  6. Mitzi 2 October 2012 at 18:20

    This is not 50 Shades Of Grey!

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  7. Anonymous3 October 2012 at 00:53

    I do not understand you Mitzi - what makes you go there? Is it Masochism?

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    1. Mitzi 3 October 2012 at 16:08

      My mother asks the same questions Mago. "Why?...you were not brought up to eat chips in the street like a common Parisian gamin!" She has a strong leaning towards dramatic monologues when her bloods up. I will tell you what I told her. For the cock dear! "Carmen, the hartshorn for Mago!" I responded to an advert I saw in the local newspaper offering good discounts on coach trips, staying at a four star hotel. Llandudno in Wales was our first choice of destination, unfortunetly it was fully booked. They offered us a mystery tour or Blackpool as an alternative

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  8. Princess3 October 2012 at 11:11

    Well at least you got your week end wet!

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