Writing is so often painful, and not always from an emotional perspective - should blogs ever require any great amount of craft, or does that just amount to overthinking things? Can you ever put too much thought into anything? (bearing in mind we only use 10% of our brains as it is). I write this after a few false starts, notes and sentences scrawled on scrap pieces of paper, and a whole lot of frustration caused by my computers seeming unwillingness to let me access this page.
I went to Blackpool on Tuesday best described as the low-rent capital of Britain, if youve never been. It actually thrives on this reputation, and considering my own sensibilities, the place is more interesting as a sociological curiosity than for any specific entertainment value it provides (although thats far too harsh and clinical a way to describe it). Its pretty much the same as it was when I used to be enthusiastic about going (when I was much younger) a dedicated theme park and piers lined with fairground attractions, fish and chips shops, shops selling rock candy and endless hotels with a few new additions/things I dont remember several lap dancing clubs, a conspiracy theory museum (closed) and what appears to be the worst waxworks exhibition in the world.
As you may have guessed, the trip wasnt my call it was the twenty-first birthday of one of my friends, and so his girlfriend wanted to arrange some kind of day out for him. So of course, I had a great time - even despite my thoughts on the place because I was with people I care about, and dont always get to see (the same old story: university means relocation, which means distance that prevents regular face-to-face contact). Moment of the day: when his girlfriend convinced a restaurant owner, unbeknownst to him, to bring him a cake (with sparkler!), to the sound of Congratulations (Cliff bloody Richard) - the look on his face was priceless, falling somewhere between embarrassment and mortification.
Oh, and we watched the ocean for a while, just gone midday, before the weather turned sour (the inevitably of British summers - downpours in the middle of June, and I know it's a cliche, but it was really beautiful, and relaxing, and inspiring - probably only fell short of being life-affirming on account of the colour/appearance of the water, which was less blue, and more bluish-grey, heavy on the grey. Much like the weather turned out...
I went to Blackpool on Tuesday best described as the low-rent capital of Britain, if youve never been. It actually thrives on this reputation, and considering my own sensibilities, the place is more interesting as a sociological curiosity than for any specific entertainment value it provides (although thats far too harsh and clinical a way to describe it). Its pretty much the same as it was when I used to be enthusiastic about going (when I was much younger) a dedicated theme park and piers lined with fairground attractions, fish and chips shops, shops selling rock candy and endless hotels with a few new additions/things I dont remember several lap dancing clubs, a conspiracy theory museum (closed) and what appears to be the worst waxworks exhibition in the world.
As you may have guessed, the trip wasnt my call it was the twenty-first birthday of one of my friends, and so his girlfriend wanted to arrange some kind of day out for him. So of course, I had a great time - even despite my thoughts on the place because I was with people I care about, and dont always get to see (the same old story: university means relocation, which means distance that prevents regular face-to-face contact). Moment of the day: when his girlfriend convinced a restaurant owner, unbeknownst to him, to bring him a cake (with sparkler!), to the sound of Congratulations (Cliff bloody Richard) - the look on his face was priceless, falling somewhere between embarrassment and mortification.
Oh, and we watched the ocean for a while, just gone midday, before the weather turned sour (the inevitably of British summers - downpours in the middle of June, and I know it's a cliche, but it was really beautiful, and relaxing, and inspiring - probably only fell short of being life-affirming on account of the colour/appearance of the water, which was less blue, and more bluish-grey, heavy on the grey. Much like the weather turned out...