It´s a treat to see so many lunatics gathered together in the common cause, the cause being to maintain friendships forged from so many boozy trips to Benidorm over the years in our little pretend Working Men´s Club land.
Although Blackpool is without doubt a little rough around the edges, its inhabitants never fail to amuse. Whether it be one Hotelier telling one of our gang “The rooms are so small we don´t bother to clean them” or at my favourite cafe - note on toilet door – “If the light doesn´t come on just brush your hand over the bulb”. Also, “Well, you can have chips or boiled potatoes but we´ve got no mash”, the logic is sometimes lost on me but the sincerity isn´t. I love em.
I´m now continuing to appear in the “Wheeltappers Karaoke Show” at the Catholic Club, Queen St Blackpool every Sunday afternoon and alternate Saturday nights until November 10th.
