The Anonymous Widower

Off To Blackpool Today

I’m going for the day to see my football team; Ipswich Town play there.

I’m dreading part of it. Breakfast at Carluccio’s in St. Pancras will be it’s usual good standard and the Virgin trains to Preston will probably be excellent, but the local train to Blackpool will be it’s usual crap self. Then it will be a walk in pouring rain to the ground, as only locals can fathom how to use, the town’s Third World bus system. But that is probably an insult to places like Goa, where I explored the area on the buses with a titled blonde widow. I think she was rather disappointed, in that she didn’t get her bottom pinched. But then the people of the sub-continent, are generally very polite and courteous.

At least though, the rain will wash the pavements of Blackpool of the vomit, that they seem to be paved with.

The football will probably be terrible because of the rain.

It’s a tough job, but someone’s got to do it.

November 9, 2013 Posted by | Sport, Transport | , , , , | 3 Comments