We are now rowing towards
the up direction more every day, and our accents have changed a bit.
Steph said it's
Baltic out today, put Archibald int' 'ole, love, it's blowing ta gale. Then she
started to refer to all of us as slummock.
After the small
mutiny and telling Steph to stop playing silly buggers. We carried on with the
up or 'op’ north direction. And it wasn’t long before the wonderful slights of
Blackpool pleasure beach, The iridescent lights twinkling, neon flashes. And
the Blackpool tower.
Lia pointed out that
it wasn’t what she thought it looked like. She swore that the Blackpool tower
did not have the words ‘The Douglas Complex’ printed on the side. And that she
was sure it was on land. Nor could she remember a bunch of rather annoyed men shouting out it
being out of bounds and a strange smell of oil. Which we blamed on Andrea’s
cooking.
the song of the day was Zed Leppelin
Edit. I mean Led Zeppelin.
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