They say Blackpool is the Vegas of the UK. Oh yeah, I can see that….if yer solely talking about Circus Circus, baby!
This place is tacky and loud, cheesy good fun! Besides the legendary PunkFest, it is apparently known for a prime Hen and Stag party place. Ya know, good ol gettin together with the lads or birds for a bachelor/bachelorette/birthday/vomit-in-the-telephone-booth night out….The difference over here is that these groups wear costumes when they drink!!
So back into the Wintergardens, which at this point resembles nothing more than an alternate reality if the Punkers had won the war….Wait, I guess we did, didn’t we?
Imagine a peaceful community with Punk cafes and art shows….
Even the amusement arcades are overrun by blue Mohicans!
And this all under one huge and often gloriously rococo roof!
Seriously, saw several mohawked couples pushing the baby strollers, to a 70 year old lad in the walker with blue hair–makes ya proud in a way, don’t it?
Quick lunch of proper Brit food after meetin up with Mr. Benny and it was time for us to get into playing mode…
Caught our ol pals 999 rip up the Empress Ballroom stage, then over to the Olympia tent for our gig. A few shots of the final show of tour:
Got off the stage soaking wet, and ran over to catch the end of the Freeze. Then onto UK Subs, and ended the night with the appropriate merriment of the Adicts…whew!
Time for a final late night sausage and a fond farewell to Mr. Benny and the Orange thing that drove us across Europe……tomorrow we head back to London and figure out a way to get back home!