Raindrops fell on the greenish august grass. Blackpool swarmed with Tourist sliding through the promenade. The sky was steel grey. I stepped out of the train that came from Manchester. I was on Blackpool North railway station. Quite a modern place compared to what awaits outside. The tower could be seen from there, lofty,witness to the whole city.It was a rather peculiar spot. hen and stag parties were the weirdest thing I had ever seen. Well not the parties themselves, for I have never been to one. But the streets, especially on Saturday Evening, glimmered with all those fancy dresses, and all those granny dressed as if they had been born just twenty years ago. Drunk Happines all over¡Well I had as baggage just one small red backpack with its zips nearly torn. I just roamed for a while around the shopping centre and saw some streets near to it which only had shops. Shops is all you get there. Well and some crappy singers and musicals too¡ Nothing to be done. You also have clubs and some other joints in which you can drown your sorrow and dance to the latest idle pop hits. Faintly you can hear the music coming out from them. So I decided to go to the seafront and sat in the steps leading to the beach. Suddenly a thought sprung in my mind. That was the Altantic Ocean. That big blue led to a brand new world upon which I brooded. that new world was unreachable for me then as it is now. So I guessed I had to wait for Godot.
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