If it's the last thing we ever do,
We gotta get out of this place,
Girl, there's a better life for me and you
There's something very sultry about Morecambe after dark. As I walked along the seafront - looking across the bay, I could hear a drunk lad karaoke-singing from inside a pub. As the cafe owners swept up and people walking their dogs hurried past, I was aware of all of the possibilities of this place, and how much I liked it, inspite of the fact that everyone I know slags it off, or perhaps just because of that.
On another note, pot bellies are now "in" according to The Guardian. Stop the fashion cycle, I want to get off.