Choosing between flying to Los Angeles for the Oscars, or driving to Blackpool

Back in November I wrote about finding the exotic in York. A theme may be developing – I spotted this in the New Statesman and thought that it was worth sharing.

Seaside treats
Last weekend I had to choose between
flying to Los Angeles for the Oscars, or driving to Blackpool. Naturally
I chose the latter. We saw an exhilarating cabaret production at Funny
Girls, one of the town's star attractions. A sparsely populated 1970s
concert hall, where the average age was about 80, cheered as butch
transvestites danced to Abba classics and twirled pompoms and peacock
feathers. It felt somewhere between a lost world of vaudeville and Peter
Kay's magnificent Phoenix Nights. For �14 you get the best
seats in the house and a flirtatious waiter (ours may have been a
eunuch). Damp seaside towns will always be among the great thrills of
England and they beat cavorting with the giant egos of LA any day.

http://www.newstatesman.com/newspapers/2012/03/russia-free-sun-tunisia-putin

Eugeny Lebvedev is the son of the Russian tycoon Alexander Lebedev and chairman of the Evenign Standard and of Independent newspapers.