I hate the place.
Right shit hole.
You can stand there, lovely sunny day, watching the sea brush up against the golden sand, children playing with their families and having a whale of a time, and then you turn around and you see the eye sours. It’s like someone drank a lot of paint and threw up everywhere and then decide to pop a few lights here and there to try and make the place look pretty. I mean really. How can a custard yellow shop front with multi coloured lights on it make people want to go inside? And it’s not that fact that it’s a waste of money.
Now the only place colours like that should be permitted is on a donut covered in icing and hundreds and thousands, well that or on an ice cream. How can anyone want to come to Blackpool?
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