Unbelievably, this Blackpool highlights package has more art than the one I’m compiling on London.
A man (or woman. Sexist), who is tired of Blackpoolhas probably never been. Don’t believe what you see on the BBC.
And remember. Always carry your Booths tote bag, essential for the souvenirs.
Last time there, walking south from Bispham, was a bit of a revelation.
We shared our journey back to Preston with that unique British species, the Accrington Stanley fan.
Always fit in a trip to Bloomfield Road when in Blackpool, proper football with sea air and chip wrappers.
Here we see Blackpool Jane and Lee celebrating the departure of the odious Oystons in 2019.
Come for football and chips, stay for art and beer, as the slogan goes.
Jane’s wonderful blog is strong on gastronomy, though I’ve never had the town down as a culinary hotspot (decent curry on Talbot Road apart).
It took me a while to realise that the ice cream dispenser in Bar 19 was going to be a disappointment.
Ah, Bar 19. One of a succession of unlikely Beer Guide entries.
I really thought this was a joke entry in Autumn 18, but the beer was good AND it was open till 3am.
For craft beer you have to head for Ma Kelly’s, sister pub to Ma Pardoe’s in Dudley.
Blackpool has the cask turnover to guarantee a decent pint. Apart from the Thwaites and the Bass (Saddle) you’ve now got brew pubs,
Sizzlers with toy machines (?),
and micros approached via scary stairs.
An unmissable place, but I’m sure I’ve forgot something.