Ah, Blackpool!Full of its whey-faced holidayer-makerers and illuminati.
And trams! Who can forget these marvellously comfortable transports up de lights? Almost a throwback to a bygone age if the town itself had not been so perfectly preserved in Harpic as a warning to the future about what the past would be like if it ever came back again from an earlier era into a present or future one of tomorrow, nostalgica notwithstanding.
I don't think I can quite put into my second-language of Englisher quite how I feel about this historic place, so maybe it's best said in the eloquently-harmonicised words of the Beach Boy:
"I want to go home. I want to go home. I feel so lonesome, I want to go home."
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