Well Darlings,
It's been another strange week, and one where I learned to never believe the local yokels. It started with the forecast for snow last week. 'Snow? No, we don't get snow here. It never settles in Blackpool,' they told me. Yeah? Right! Then if that wasn't two foot of drifted snow I was shovelling away at in order to open the gate, what the hell was it? My trip into the town centre on the Sunday was fraught with danger - not only by the difficulty in keeping my head above my what's-it, but by trying to dodge the deluge of snowballs met by all those who dared to brave our street. Bah! I'm at an age now where an earful of frozen water is no longer welcomed!
Perhaps it was the weather that accounted for some strange behaviour in Thorpe. I think they had snow down there too. In what is thought to be the first ceremony of its kind, Father Michael Hereward-Rothwell, the local vicar for Thorpe Park in Surrey, blessed a roller coaster before the first test ride of the new