Cool train ride there, awesome sights both positive and negative, from my right side, vast country and hills, from my left, factories and inbred civilization, talk about contrast! Listened to Frank Turners, "Poetry of the Deed," album on the way there, really good album for train, and in fact all, journeys. The song "fastest way back home" got me thinking of an old love, so I text to start conversation, we're still cool. She wished she could come, but work has taken her soul.
In Blackpool I find a group of kids who look quote on quote "rock" and ask them where a cool record store is, they say H.M.V. makes me wonder if I was that much of an idiot at 14, probably. I find this cool little place that has some okay shit, the Eels and some old metal. Shame 90% of it is Elvis is this shop, what people get from that fat talentless prick is beyond me, the world is full of morons I guess.
I go to check out the donkeys on the beach and there's three kids with high spec camera's. I proceed. "Excuse me," I say, "can you take a photo of me so I can photoshop my friend into it?" "Sure," he says, I give him my e-mail and I'm off. Work may take your soul, but you'll have your day in Blackpool yet! Trying hard to get to the sea but it's pretty impossible without swimming. There's a construction site on the beach-side and people are having to turn back to get around. It's like 20 minutes back. Fuck that. I'm going over. So there I am, like some fucking tight-rope walker on the metal scaffolding poles or whatever they're called, above gushing water, near death, gets the heart pounding though, HELL YEAH!
Further down the beach I find a giant stick, and solidarity has kinda set in, so basically, I'm amusing myself. I write in the sand, "HELP! BLACKPOOL IS INBRED!" as large as humanely possible, this is to me, hilarious. I am one sad fuck.
Tried to climb up the pier, no friggin' chance, so just pee'd under it. There's something satisfying about urinating with someone stood right above you, but totally unaware you're doing it.
I get deep now, I wanna watch the sun set from the beach but clouds are blocking the view, how perfect does that sum up life? Everytime something beautiful is going down, it's blocked by some bullshit and ruined, poetic stuff right?
Rode this ghost train for a pound. I love ghost trains, real cheesy ones, and this one was a belter. Lasting around two minutes, it was the most intense thing I've ever rode, compacted into this short time was the utmost action you could imagine, "AHH!" "URGH!" "AIEE!" "WELCOME TO MY HOME, MUWAHAHAHA!" like non-stop. Amazing.
I was in one the pier arcade deals trying to get onto the pier walk after hours. All doors are locked, and no action man motions are gonna change it this time. I find and injured bird, one of the attendants and I help it back to it's feet. I like this guy, the other's didn't seem to give a fuck. Like you they couldn't tear themselves away from their piece of shit, mind numbing job. I'm the best vegetarian, animal loving dude ever.
On my way home I stop off in Preston and try to find a decent enough pub. After much futile searching, one looks okay. I go in, there's a skull and crossbones behind the bar, I look to my right and some big fucking punk dudes are setting up for a gig, fuck yeah, strike it lucky, I've found a second home! A few hours pass, it's like 22:30 and the first band haven't even started yet, this is the most un-organized shit ever. I'm out of here.
