Crazy town goes wilder

An unexpected North West Nancy

The whole town of Blackpool has gone absolutely bonkersville as bicycle-carried news from London of probably the most important thing that has ever happened finally reached this sleepy backwater of maximum holidaying. I count myself lucky to have been here to witness this public outpouring of joyousnessness unbound amongst the pasty tribes of the coast.

It would be no small exaggeration of hyperbolically-over-the-top proportions to say that the denizens have been gone hysterical, partying non-stop with nebuchadnezzars of the world's finest champagne and palletful's of the North West's famous micro-chips.

Despite the town's elders putting the local constabulary on a 24/7 'scramble' notice, and all of the local Territorial Army volunteers being on standby, so far all the rioting has been of a reasonably peaceful nature, with serious injuries yet to reach triple figures.

For myself, I am content with kicking back and enjoying an interlude of observing the locals getting totally out of control from the comfort of my maximum-security hotel accommodation and making good use of my Teas Maid and shower in a louche fashion.