theres something very romantic about Blackpool Tower -indeed all of Blackpool has a strange bastard beauty.

you look up at the windows of the tower and you can imagine all those showbiz and musichall legends. down the road theres the oldoyster bar where my Grandma ate oysters on her honeymoon in 1903 - still in business.

down Regents Road you can see in the house where George Joseph Smith drowned one of his unlucky brides in the bath. the next morning the landlady heard him consoling himself, by drunkenly playing nearer my God to Thee on her harmonium and knocking back whisky.