And they never had crumpets in Blackpool boarding hoses in my day. Warburtons thick toastie, blackened under a gas grill and spread with greasy marge was the closest :-)

Aye but we were snobs. None o' yer Blackpool for us. A week in August, same place every year, Mrs Flannelfoot's Guest House in Cleveleys, it was. Pissed down and blew a gale every time but it was just right for sending all your enemies postcards telling 'em you wished they were here. If you could spend one afternoon huddled against the wind behind the breakwater, you put "lovely weather" on the cards. Aye, Warburton's Toastie Loaf wi' Stork every day. 'Ome from 'ome it were.