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Sunday, 1 May 2011

A right British day out.



Blackpool... Not even the name sounds attractive. If separated into two distinct words, 'black' and 'pool', then one could accurately describe the polluted sea that washes all kinds of filth and debris onto the grimy, sandy shore.

Every summer bank holiday, swarms of northerners flock to Blackpool to enjoy a day out. And this time, on Easter Sunday, we were among them. For many Brits, the northern seaside town conjures up images of the overweight, under-employed, burgeoning working classes of the UK, and we certainly weren't disappointed on our trip...




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