Moving home from the hectic whirlwind of university to the quiet and foreign realm of my hometown has made be think again over this book. University offers a capsule of responsibility and independence which offers anyone willing incredible opportunities but outside that dome those things which were so important fall by. A new year's committee takes your place. I am not so sad about this. I had a wonderful time and am happy to be moving on. I have things to look forward to come September but just for now, for these 2 months, I have Blackpool.
To this strange nutshell of nostalgia and neglect I return. It really is a lovely place, if you know where to look, at the moment I don't but I am looking. Going to university in York perhaps has spoilt me but it is also encouraged me to find what it is that is good about Blackpool. To start we have a tower and some amazing buildings. No manor houses, castles, cathedrals or ancient libraries but sites of popular culture. Sites of my family's history.
Back to Diary of a Nobody... this might be inconsequential, the details trivial but like the character of Charles Pooter this is life experienced by the majority, why not shine a light on its nuances to find difference?
So here I go, looking
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