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January 2026. Cleveleys. Blackpool.

This Blackpool tram map is getting some use. More use than the actual trams that Friday, anyway.

Two uncoventional new pubs in the GBG in Cleveleys, but the Wobblinn has one thing that might attract the Pub Men.

No, not the seating, or the fire extinguisher;

it’s the beer advertised on the entrance (top) that Blackpool Jane dived for last week.

“How do you expect me to choose between Bathams and Sarah Hughes Dark Ruby ?” I whine to the lady from Kidderminster,

but one sip tells me I’ve made a rare correct decision.

Well, looks like I scored it a 5. You’re only allowed to score six of those in your life (joint members can use their wives allocation), so this is A BIG THING. Rarely seen outside the Black Country, and if I’m honest not always as good as its mythical reputation, this was less sweet than I’ve had in Wolves.

As well as a perfect pint you a soundtrack of late 70s pop,

Marshall Hain and Alicia Bridges played to complete disinterest to Cleveley folk who looked like they’d have been 18 in 1978.

“Show us the lacings “.