- Jul 7, 2003
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I had the misfortune to go to the one in Skegness years ago, when a group of friends decided it would be a good laugh and a cheap weekend.
Twenty three quid it cost us for the entire weekend. The whole place was crawling with fat slappers from Liverpool on hen parties. Skegness itself is an utter hole. The headline entertainment for both nights was Bernard Manning, whose entire routine appeared to consist of saying "f***ing Pakis" a lot, causing said Scouse hens to collapse in fits of delighted hysteria. It chucked it down the whole time, and in Skeggy that means it blows straight in off the North Sea, which ensures it feels about minus ten outside. And on the last day when we were packing up to go, one of the guys in the group found a pair of heavily skidmarked underpants beneath the mattress he'd been sleeping on for the previous two nights. They were not his
So I probably wouldn't recommend it
Twenty three quid it cost us for the entire weekend. The whole place was crawling with fat slappers from Liverpool on hen parties. Skegness itself is an utter hole. The headline entertainment for both nights was Bernard Manning, whose entire routine appeared to consist of saying "f***ing Pakis" a lot, causing said Scouse hens to collapse in fits of delighted hysteria. It chucked it down the whole time, and in Skeggy that means it blows straight in off the North Sea, which ensures it feels about minus ten outside. And on the last day when we were packing up to go, one of the guys in the group found a pair of heavily skidmarked underpants beneath the mattress he'd been sleeping on for the previous two nights. They were not his
So I probably wouldn't recommend it