Derren Brown in Blackpool omgzzzzz
My memory of Blackpool (despite the primary aim of visiting being to see Radiohead) is walking through a council estate and seeing some crackhead repeatedly walk into some scaffolding.
I didn’t even mention the grotty bed and breakfast I stayed it it was full of Scottish people for starters. After coming back from Derren Brown I went downstairs to take advantage of the plasma screen and I went to get a drink from the bar which is next to the room with the telly and their was a 40 year old guy crooning these Scottish pensioners and rudely interrupting my viewing of Gordon Ramsey’s Kitchen Nightmares USA. It was just like walking into an actual real life cliche of how Blackpool it was bizarre. If I lived in Blackpool I would a) move as soon as humanly possible or b) kill myself if that wasn’t possible.
