Kingkeyroyale
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Oh we do like to be by the seaside in the rain, the snow and the ice. For 12 gale and 100 foot waves crashing into the pier oh dear. I just arrived here off the plane my dear, at Manchester Ringway Airport. Its called Blackpool this godforsaken place, a shabby town on England's north west coast, by the so called Irish Sea. They tell me it's the best resort that the UK has to offer.Fukashima seems a better place to be, no wonder they call it Blackpool. Weird looking trams getting a pounding from the sea the Neptune is a paddy and he hates the English see. They tell me its the same here all year round no matter the season the sun always frowns. 30 miles north are the lakes and mountains, 50 miles south is the land of the raffles, the Welsh, they will not speak English if you are of that ilk, it's north Wales, small resorts and the snowdonia mountains. To the east lie the pennines, high hills they are, no wonder it's wet and cold hereabouts. When I arrived at one of my cousins homes to spend a early new year break,his wife treated me to a Lancastrian delicacy treat, a chip Butty she called it, a strange but tasty treat. He lass what's fer tea my cousin said to her. Why it's Saturday you great lump and you know we have Irish stew. I thought it was Lancashire Hot Pot he replied. No that's on Wednesday you dope are you going senile? It's too damn cold to want to go out but he had arranged for us to go and meet some of his mates at the the British Legion Club. Another trip on those tramps almost being knocked off the rails, howling winds and crashing waves bash the vehicle on its way. The wind appears to say give back the north ye bastards as it rages like a demented Lunatic coming from the Irish Sea.
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