Bleak Blackpool and Dale Winton’s Tan

Emily met Dale Winton this week.  OK, so met may be a little strong, but she was in the same room for many hours.  I think it was Tuesday when she asked if she could go to the BBC at Salford to watch a recording of In It To Win It.  Her teacher had somehow got some tickets and offered them out to the class, so off she went.

It was at best OK, but the whole experience seems to have been blighted by the audience having to endure sub-zero temperatures so that Dale’s tan wouldn’t be sweated off during the recording.  As a student of Film and Media, experiences like this can only be good, and the endurance of low temperatures can only be good for the spirit in later life, especially as by the time she has her own place, heating it will require one of the lottery wins Dale so often introduces.

It was also good practice for our day out on Saturday.  We (the girls and I that is) went to Blackpool on Saturday.  A strange choice I hear you think…..but one sort of forced upon us.  Emily needed to get some more photographs for her latest photography course work.  The coursework is in two halves.  The first half taken in WDW last August, and the second contrasting piece now being taken in a bleak mid winter UK, at various theme and amusement venues.

So we set off at around lunchtime, and about an hour later were parked up on the prom just outside the Pleasure Beach in the shadow of the Big One, which by coincidence is the title of an adult film….so I am told!

All the pictures here are mine by the way, not Emily’s!

Pleasure Beach

Bleak mid winter

By Christ it was cold.  Of course as we left the house I went through the pointless ritual of telling Rebecca that what she had on was nowhere near sufficient for the expected conditions.  As usual I lost, and as usual I was proven absolutely correct as her teeth began to chatter within seconds of leaving the car.

So we wandered up the prom with Emily snapping away, and popped into a couple of amusement arcades, amazed that they were open, and not at all amazed that they were deserted.

Whilst Emily took her photos Rebecca began her onslaught of miethering to have a go on those bloody claw games where you give money away to operate a mechanical arm for a few seconds.  I was eventually worn down and kissed goodbye to a couple of quid, only to be amazed a minute later when Rebecca turned up with this.

Rebecca wins

The winner takes it all

I bet the owner of the arcade was gutted as she’d just wiped out his weekend’s profits.

Out into the cold again, and more photos down by the pier.

Pier

It was too cold for the sea to make an appearance

As we crossed back to the non sea-side of the prom it became apparent that times were tough, with nearly every other hotel being up for sale or boarded up.  Those still trading looked one bad weekend away from joining them if I am honest.

Blackpool hotel

Sunshine indoors

Still, we were having a nice time to be honest.  Spending time together like this is rare these days, and despite the slow onset of frost bite I was very glad we did it.  Even the girls were smiling.

Girls

Frozen fringes

Yes Rebecca does indeed have Toms on with no socks!

We walked for quite some time up the prom, but as we went it was becoming obvious that we had all the photos Emily was going to get, and we were more likely to die from the cold before she got any worthy of that sacrifice, so we turned back.

We made it back to the McDonalds and went in hoping for a hot chocolate to warm our frozen bones.  Alas, in keeping with the look and feel of the resort, the machine was broken, so we settled for coffee and cokes instead.  As we drank and watched the world go by, the weather worsened, and the drizzle became steady rain…cold steady rain.

McDonalds View

A window on the woe

I left the girls finishing their drinks whilst I walked the rest of the way for the car, and drove back to pick them up.  The fringes must be protected at all times.  After the usual nonsense of trying to find the road out of Blackpool, we eventually found the motorway and headed for home.

I know that mid December is no time to judge a resort like Blackpool, but it was grim, cheap, tatty and of course baltic.  I did jest with the girls that we could have holidayed there for the past ten years instead of Florida, but they knew I was bluffing.  There is just no way we could afford to holiday in Blackpool for two weeks!

Saturday evening was spent walking the dog, dropping off and picking up Rebecca from a friends and being very pleasantly surprised at how much we all enjoyed The McFly Show on ITV1.  I don’t know if it was the fact that it was a weekend show that didn’t involve any form of voting, or whether it was just genuinely funny and entertaining (apart from the odd Al Murray moment), but we really enjoyed it.

Sunday has been spent Christmas shopping.  Nearly all of it online of course as I am not mental, but we did nip out to an actual shop to get Louise’s gift.  She had asked for a bike, so it made no sense to either try to wrap that bugger or hide it away for two weeks so we went out to get her one.

Owning a clown car these days I had to employ the services of my brother and his amazing bike rack to get it home.  Well, it serves him right for going to Florida the day after Boxing Day!

So a mini trip report has formed this week’s bloggage, which saves you from any sort of rant about crap TV, even worse traffic or just the fact that I didn’t win the lottery again.  We should do this day out thing more often!

Till the next time….

 

 

 

4 thoughts on “Bleak Blackpool and Dale Winton’s Tan

  1. Despite the backdrop, how lovely to have spent that time with the girls. Hope Emily got the pics she wanted, polar opposite to those taken in Florida no doubt!!

  2. Don’t you just love Blackpool?! When our two were small, we used to go for a day trip across country every year to see the lights. It used to be a cold, windy and wet place then (September/October time) so I would hate to think what it is like in December?!

    You are such a gentleman, going to get the car so the girls could stay warm and dry. You spoil them!

  3. How come Dad’s always go and get the car. It’s kind of cute! Rebecca did well beating the claw machine. I thought nobody ever one on those!

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