A long long time ago when I was a child, children of my town were shipped off in charabancs to Blackpool for a few days or a week if we were lucky. Nostalgic memories are locked away somewhere of what remains of my brain. Boarding houses thick with year on year paint. Inside dining rooms had clean linen table cloths adorned with charming cruet sets. These were the envy of every mother and aunt who frequented the same establishment year on year and a most sort after item in the local tat shops.
Showgirls on the North Peir
The waft of stale beer as you walked past the many ale houses, and the smell of pies and black peas along the Golden Mile. Combine that with the clatter of noise coming from the penny arcades as the ball bearings whizzed around a mind boggling array of contraptions only to drop into the hole that said LOST!
The Suits on the door at The Legends Bar
Bill boards with Arthur Askey and Jewel and Warriss hanging from classic Victorian theaters, anybody who was anybody was on in Blackpool, Joe Locke or was it Mr.X, was the biggest pull at the time before he eloped to Ireland with revenue men in hot pursuit. Lights and more light even when it wasn't “The Lummies”, toffee-rock and toffee-rock colours painted on all the welcoming signs enticing you in see the tallest man, the fattest woman and the shrunken head in a bottle!
A stroll along the pier, threepence to get in from a ticket man in a smart uniform, time to chance my arm and ask for a bar of chocolate usually refused on the grounds that it would spoil my tea.
All the fun of the fair on the Central Pier.
The rain, Wigan weeks nicknamed pack-a-mac fortnight, but it didn’t matter as the pictures opened up and put on wall to wall cartoons and after a chippy it was off to the Fun-House for the afternoon.
The New Tram System
A ride on the tram to Fleetwood market, the bone shaker of a tram was great, but what was that market all about.
The dizzying view from the top of the tower and the circus, Charlie Cairoli, lions, elephants, and just how did they flood the ring at the end of the show?
Herring Gulls at Sunset
After Tea (Dinner) a shillings worth of pennies for the penny hands, “Come back with a packet of fags” I was told, but the hand never griped the cellophane packet, and a tanner for a comic to read in bed while my "carers" went to a show and then the pub. Happy Days.