”Eeeee, Rub me down with that chip fat Luv…”

@tinks wrote:

=D>

brilliant!………..and gutted im not in it :lol:

Me too! I was half promised a part too. 8)

we used to go to Blackpool when I was a kid..packed with gangs of women with ‘kiss me quick’ written on their cowboy hats, walking in long lines arm-in-arm; also lots of teddy boys with D-A hairstyles and leering grins hoping to get a kiss (and more) in quick..strip clubs with lurid photos to draw in the older men…beaches blackened with sewage and chock-a-block with ageing large bodies sunning themselves, but also donkeys weighed down with kids and led by Ringo Starr lookalikes…

I loved the tram to the big funfair at the end, which was a cornucopia of treats (the ghost ride was pretty scary). The walk back along the Golden Mile was a bit tiring, but the Tower was something else. I had my first dance there (with me mam, then in her mid-20s – it was 1956, but nobody else would dance with a specky foureyes) and it was magic.

The chips were dear, said my cheapskate dad, and a lot of other dads, too, complaining about their meagre wages, earned over a year, being frittered away on meals and fairgrounds. These were the days when Blackpool was the main, the only holiday of the year (though when we got richer we went to Morecambe as well).

This was before my Val Doonican phase

My cat now thinks Im completely mad as Im in tears of laughter and literally laughing out loud here. I deny everything of course and I don’t have a bloody Micra. Even Im not that old.

oh and yeh,funny tale but one slight flaw
blonde as never been on the “big one”
im sure id remember her face
but then again? :D

@rogue trader wrote:

oh and yeh,funny tale but one slight flaw
blonde as never been on the “big one”
im sure id remember her face
but then again? :D

norty man :lol: