This Was My Blackpool In ’68

 by Pamela Winning

Taking a tram from North Pier to Starr Gate.

A summer of fun and staying up late.

This was my Blackpool in ’68.

Anne, Auntie Kath and me, all holding hands

Crossing the Prom' to get on to the sands

Where the grumpy deckchair man always stands.

This was my Blackpool in ’68.

We were young ladies with panache and style,

Playing the penny arcades for a while,

Frittering our spends on the Golden Mile.

This was my Blackpool in ’68.

Spinning the waltzers three times in a row.

Make it go faster, we don’t like it slow,

And then the man said, “That’s it, off you go!”

This was my Blackpool in ’68.

Out to a summer show, straight after tea.

Engelbert tonight at the ABC,

A backstage delight for my mum and me.

This was my Blackpool in ’68.

Got to get ready, there’s no time to lose!

My trendiest outfit is what I will choose…

A pink ‘Biba’ dress with bright orange shoes.

This was my Blackpool in ’68.

We wanted peace, love and flower power,

Charlie Cairoli and Blackpool Tower,

Seaside and sunshine for hour after hour.

This was my Blackpool in ’68.