Along the coast a few miles from Blackpool is Lytham. Lytham is dead posh, with lovely seaside cottages and a wide grassy prom facing the Southport straits. There are lovely knick knack shops, middle class wooden-toy shops, coffee shops and fancy restaurants. We ate at a swish chippy where Gordon Ramsey held his birthday party last year. A lottery win would be nice next week so we could buy that converted barn we saw on the outskirts of the town. The weather this past weekend was lovely and I’ve got a rosy glow following a long walk up the Golden Mile yesterday. The sunny conditions had brought out the shorts and hairy legs so we spent a pleasant afternoon trolling round the Pleasure Beach marking fellas out of ten. We’d both had big breakfast barms an hour before so we didn’t ride anything. We watched a spin ‘n’ spew ride on the South Pier and witnessed a mobile phone soar from someone’s pocket and sail straight into the sea. We had a Daniel Craig double bill and watched Enduring Love and Layer Cake. Layer Cake was far superior. Also saw Freaky Friday which was Lohan-tastic. It’s getting harder and harder to leave after our weekends by the sea. I think Dr Johnson was wrong.