Cocaine, Cursing Catholics and a Can of Lager

The wonders of Blackpool never cease!

Nothing clears a stuffy, swirling head full of nonsense like a walk along the seafront. So, since my head is swirling all the time, I have been strolling along the coastline as often as I can.

I might not be a tourist, but I’ve seen a hell of a lot of sights lately. My first memorable sight was a woman in a supermarket work uniform (I won’t name names. We do what we do). She was necking (guzzling) a can of lager at 8 a.m. as she walked through the door of said supermarket.

The second was a smartly dressed man in a business suit doing cocaine at the bus stop. Again, it was around 8 a.m., so it was definitely an eye-opener.

My third favourite sight was a man dressed in a Catholic priest’s costume, swearing at anyone and everyone as loud as he could. At least I think it was a costume……

I know that in America, Florida is judged as the “weirdo” place to live. And while it might not be on such a grand scale, I think Blackpool might be the Florida of the UK, not the Vegas, as everyone likes to claim. I can’t see James Bond popping into Coral Island anytime soon.