A short trip up north to visit a few haunted attractions afforded us a brief excursion to Blackpool. The weather was angry, the back streets derelict and bustling, the accomdation broken, the punters were drunk violent and bloody. I really can’t say how much we love Blackpool. After spending many childhood holidays in it’s fizzy glow, the horror that is Blackpool to the adult eyes only excites us more. It’s crumbling beauty and rotten fringes can not hide the heart of this undead seaside paradise. Well, that’s what I think anyway. There’s quite a lot of photos in the set from the Wax Works. It was our first visit, a truly Blackpoolian experience. Here’s the set.