Right on Tony.Here on the Fylde we can indeed spot our Cumbrian visitors,not just the gulls, from their ethereal luminous green glow-no,not from their Pac -amacs(remember those?,and no,not Panamax either- just keeping things nautical of course,ain't I ,but by their whole appearance-there's definitely something in the water there,apart from the usual sewage ,that is.
And here in 'leafy Lytham' (well it used to be),just six miles down the coast from brash Blackpool ,the favoured haunt of weekend hen-night party girls where with normally respectable,during the week office jobs,let their hair down,and their skirts so far up they look like belts.Add most of them carrying around from bar to bar giant inflatable penises and vomit stained tops and impossibly high heels-even Danny La Rue or Dolores down in the Pig would refuse to wear them .Needless to say I don't go near the place at my age,but I have my own memories,don't we all, to keep me going,Hamburg,Antwerp,Bugis Street,Lisbon.Who needs an inflatable penis,ha? Hmm....
Oh yes,seagulls.Well our own 'native, gulls in Lytham are comparatively well behaved compared with their Blackpool brethren.It is well known that for a day out they fly down the coast road from Blackpool to intimidate our Lythamers,,both gulls and residents.It is said our fish and chips and mushy peas are so much tastier(they are,actually),but they also get a better class of newspaper wrapping,we mean the Financial Times compared to the Daily Blah with it's Page3,and 5,and 7 busty bathing beauties-who reads the other news anyway!
