I visited ‘Britain’s worst seaside resort’ – it’s like the British Library of bad tattoos
I narrowly avoided winning a plastic lizard. That’s a good thing, because otherwise I think I would have been robbed for it by a seething mob of septuagenarians. At 49, I am the youngest person in the bingo hall by a decade or two, and the other patrons look at me with thinly veiled suspicion. … Read more