28th April 2023
I went for a walk on the prom on Friday evening- Bispham to Gynn Square, about 6.30pm. A gang of young men (young farmers) came howling out of one of the hotels near the Clifton Hotel, wearing day-glo t-shirts with the most revolting things written on the back – the ones I can remember were one whose name was ‘Shit Stabber’ and one whose name was Whitey; his ‘tagline’ said something like ‘are you a linchpin because I’d love to get my fingers stuck in you’. I think I’ve blocked out what the others had on their shirts… it made me feel sick that I’m getting up towards 50 and men are doing the same revolting things ‘for a laugh’ they were doing when I was 15.