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Originally Posted by Dewberry
Hi Slotster. I was born and raised in Derbyshire England and our biggest treat was to go to Blackpool. It was many years ago, but I remember the wet and windy walks on the beach and a stick of Blackpool Rock with the picture all the way through!
Yes, I'm sure many others will join you inside where it's warm and dry. There is probably much needed excitement for the group of people that have finished with amusement rides and wonky mirrors (if they still exist). My mum would have loved to have slots at Blackpool - she would have sent dad and I to the donkey rides for 6 hours.
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I was there not long ago Dewberry - Every possible stereotype from all parts of the UK... Kiss-Me-Quick hats... Big groups of blokes staggering drunkedly down the promenade, in different coloured shirts looking like a packet of Opal Fruits... Teenagers and old folks glued to the 2p OXO fruit machines, holding out for the big £5.00 jackpot... Stag parties - all wearing comedy breasts and wigs... Hen Nights - The bride in a wedding dress with 'L' plates and covered in stuck on condoms... A woman storming off down the road crying, with one stiletto on her foot and the other in her hand; her boyfriend walking quickly behind shouting for forgiveness... People trying to press the buttons on the ATM, negotiating their way round a spilled kebab... All surrounded by the faint smell of donuts, fish and chips and vomit - in the pouring rain.
It hasn't changed a bit!