Cleveleys: the morgue of Blackpool

Living in Cleveleys, Blackpool, Lancashire

Behold ye a place so gloomy and miserable that not even Heinrich Himmler would dare visit such a depressing edifice of human decay, for such a visit would have necessitated Heinrich’s convalescence in a concentration camp. There is an urban Corpse called Cleveleys, and this sh*tty shanty ‘town’ is very quickly becoming Lancashire’s equivalent to […]

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Blackpool, a bog-log bobbing adventure by the sea

Living in Blackpool, Lancashire

I was enchanted as a child by the fairground wonderland of Blackers. The promenade, the pleasure beach, the trams and the illuminations. Now even the thought of visiting this 10th rate smack-****** ********, grotty, STD happy shi@hole, makes me rather have root canal work done! I think Blackers has a tolerance limit of 4 hours, […]

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Blackpool: The seaside hole of littered beaches and benefit bums

Living in Blackpool, Lancashire

There are so many wonderful things in Blackpool. The littered beaches, the adorable little orchin children, and the peculiar smell of fish from the council flat round the corner. People say you learn from your mistakes, but if that were true Blackpool wouldn’t have a population. Want to lighten your load? Well visit Blackpool, where […]

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Blackpool: The Seaside Town They Forgot To Close Down

Living in Blackpool, Lancashire

Blackpools a holdover from a different time. A time when every single one of us unlucky people were stuck on this awful island and flights to somewhere halfway decent was reserved to only the richest among us. Back then in these “days of yore” Blackpool was visited by all kinds of hard-working British families for […]

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