August 08, 2004

Come and visit Britain's premier seaside resorts
posted by dng 20 years ago
  • Ach! to be in Brighton Now that August's here! And whoever comes to Brighton Can see all the sights that frighten* As well as those that cheer.
  • Come to the seaside, foul is the night-air! Used condoms and hypodermics drift Where the sea meets the rusty ferris wheel, Listen! you hear the grating roar Of a bulldozer leveling the pier, and men At work or on a slow extended break Begin, and cease, and then again begin, With tremulous cadence as they sing The eternal hymn of ugliness.
  • I wish I was at Llandudno. It's damn hot today.
  • ) for spackle! Banana ice cream for the Q-kid, stat!
  • Hey, quidnunc; just how hot are you?
  • I want to vacation at Portmeirion, but no big balloons, please.
  • And who cares how the resorts look when there's Prozac in the water...
  • quidnunc; just how hot are you? Sexy hot-o-licious. Wait - I mean ... mate, I am fucking DYING here. May have to sleep outside! *gasp!*
  • Wendell - way to go! I've been to several elegant places due to business requirements, but I do envy that opportunity.
  • I thought the beach at Skeggy was really nice when I visited. So long as you just keep facing the ocean, it's quite beautiful.
  • I love shingled shores. The sound of the waves is all wrong on sandy beaches, they lack that lovely long hiss as the water tumbles and rocks about among the pebbles before receding.
  • The sound of the waves is all wrong on sandy beaches I like both. But for swimming, Mr Sand is loads simpler.
  • I went to university in Lancaster, which is pretty much joined to Morecambe. Christ, what a dump Morecambe is. I can't believe *anybody* would willingly go on holiday there, in this era of cheap air travel. Bleak, depressing, ramshackle and boring. And those are the good parts. Oh yeah, and out of season it's full of second-year undergraduates from Lancaster.
  • Wendell: having been to Portmeirion for a holiday, I must say that it is beautiful and bizarre, but has a rather faded, shabby aura. Like a lot of British holiday places, I suppose. And I spent every summer of my childhood at Bridlington. How dare people undermine it!! It is a wonderful example of all things English. And me mam and me were right posh, cos them townies all went Skeggy and it were mucky there. Much cooler today quidnunc. Off to drink lots of lovely, happy English tap water.