May 16, 2013 by kitcac
I went to Blackpool today. Pouring rain, biting wind, boarded up shops. Yes, its lovely at this time of year.
There’s a Madame Tussauds in Blackpool. I have never understood what would possess any right-minded individual to go there. Yes, its very clever how they melt earwax into the likeness of Cheryl Cole but why would I queue up and pay actual money to go there? Why would I go if it was free? Why would I want to photograph a celebrity made of wax?
I once did a stadium tour of a stadium (clue in the name) and you could PAY MONEY to have your photo taken with a CARDBOARD CUTOUT of a footballer.
Why? I’m flummoxed.