A Blackpool micropub ? ANOTHER one !

January 2026. South Blackpool. Another 20 minutes wait for a tram at Blackpool Tower (I’m not making this up); I’d have walked the mile to the Tipsy Seagull quicker. Not only were we meeting Blackpool Jane, in actual Blackpool, we were joining her in the shadow of Bloomfield Road for craft beer and curry. South… Continue reading A Blackpool micropub ? ANOTHER one !

THAT OLD “Is it Level 42 or Nik Kershaw ?” QUESTION POPS UP AGAIN IN BISPHAM

January 2026. Bispham. Blackpool. I like this Blackpool tram map so much I’m going to use it in my Rotherham post. None of you will notice. Ah, Bispham. How do you even pronounce it ? And why is Little Bispham so far from Bispham proper, let alone Bispham Green ? This would have been a… Continue reading THAT OLD “Is it Level 42 or Nik Kershaw ?” QUESTION POPS UP AGAIN IN BISPHAM

LACINGS IN LYTHAM. BASS LACINGS !

January 2026. Lytham St. Annes. A confession. The things that stress me aren’t the things that should stress an approaching middle-age boomer. I detest cars. Last Autumn (America – “Fall”) our Citroen’s gears started playing up, the main dealer quoted us £5k just to take the box out, and even with my lucrative sponsorship deal… Continue reading LACINGS IN LYTHAM. BASS LACINGS !

DON’T EVER CHANGE

I often observe in this blog on the transformation of British cities, for example by independent enterprise in Mansfield or street art in Weston Super Mare. I didn’t notice much different about Blackpool this week, and that’s fine with me. It displayed plenty of the qualities that made it famous, and the beach looked the best… Continue reading DON’T EVER CHANGE