Beside the Seaside

Today I have been on sunny excursion to Bournemouth. I booked the ticket when I was pissed a few weeks ago, as I'd paid for it I thought I might as well go!

It was nice to get away from the city for a while and smell the bracing sea air. Mind you, the sea doesn't smell like it used to when I was a kid. I remember childhood trips to Blackpool and Southport, you could smell the sea in the air and on your skin when you got back. I have a friend lives in Scarborough and she agrees, apparently you have to go abroad to get proper sea air these days. I'm sure they'll find a way to package it and sell it in Superdrug before long.

The only downside to my lovely trip was a chronic attack of the misanthropies. You see, I wanted to go there and see a jaded ghost town - a shabby, shutdown tourist attraction with no-one there to validate it's existence. No such bleedin' luck. My first mistake was accidentally booking during half term, to add insult to injury, it was also a freakishly hot day and so the place was crawling with twatting kids.

My favourite Bournemouth thing is their fantastic aquarium - not the biggest, but certainly the best I have visited. I went there about 2pm and couldn't enjoy it due to the sheer volume of the annoying brats. Why the fuck do they have to make so much noise?!

I went for a light snack at a gayers cafe and returned at 5pm - ahhhhh, that was much nicer! I had a peaceful sojourn amongst the fishies, then went for delightful stroll along the beach. Here, for your pictorial delights, are my photographic memories ... click on 'em for the big 'uns