I really wanted to like the new Moby album. But it's just boring. Not even as good as the one before it which itself wasn't a patch on the one before that (which was pretty good actually). Anyway, this made me smile (scroll down to the Moby piece).

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T-shirts and sunny Sunday weather. Socks and sandals on and down to the dunes in South Blackpool. From Fleetwood to the Pleasure Beach there are wide flat sands but just as Blackpool gives way to St Anne's big hairy sand dunes loom large and reveal great views over the airport and town. Edward had a great time running up and down the steep sand hills while Darren and I slid down the fine sand on our fat asses. We'd left the car at Starr Gate (next to the Arnold Palmer crazy golf course) and hadn't expected the dunes to be so lovely. We longed for a tartan blanket with a cold chicken picnic and promised to bring one next time. These dunes are under threat from modern life and only cover a tenth of the area they did 100 years ago (which is really sad but inevitable).