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At Blackpool there were crowds of people pushing Verity off the pavement. The women almost all had fat legs and comfy shoes. They carried cardigans and bags, and shopping and towels. The men all seemed to be looking for something. When they went past each pub, they looked. The Blackpool rock was very sweet. The green colour on the outside was fruity. The inside was minty and it said, "Yes," all through. The chips were special because there were so many, and they were big. Verity was covered in salt and vinegar. You could buy a flat, pink rabbit made of soft, sugary paste. There were huge humbugs, bigger than your mouth. Verity did not feel sick yet. The sky was grey and the air was wet, but so was the sea - so in went Verity. Her grandma paddled at the edge. When Grandma hitched up her skirt you could see her pink knicker-legs which came down to her knees. There are no film-star lifeguards at Blackpool. A grumpy old man in vest, wellies and glasses came and told them about the oil spill. He and Grandma smiled at each other, then he looked grumpy again and stomped off.Copyright 1991 © LS
THIS ITEM TO BE AUCTIONED IN My Ebay Shop IN 2003/2004
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