I got one of those photography jobs again. The job which you really want but do not realise it, until you arrive on Blackpool prom to meet some site-specific artists and some horse and carriage owners.
“we are making a wallpaper from the hoofs of the horses for a room that does not exist at a hotel that is predestined“. — Treacle Theatre explained.
I hopped on a Landau that day. Something I had never done before — all these years I have lived in Blackpool without that experience. The owner told me that their job is sometimes frowned upon. I thought about police dogs and police horses. I thought about human beings in low paid jobs working 14 hours in manual jobs on minimum wage.
The following day we met down an alley near Central Drive. “Donkey Alley” someone explained that is what they are called, there were lots of them at one time but now only a few exist.
Hidden away — I thought, how I am not aware these alleys are here? I thought about my friend at school, Mary Mcdonald whose family had donkeys and kept them in stables at their house on Daggers Hall Lane.
James appeared. “My horse is semi-retired.” His affection for his animal was clear as we waited for his hoofs to walk along carefully laid out wallpaper at 9.30am on a bright Tuesday morning whilst peering through gates to look at carriages and brightly blanketed donkeys.
Heads down, bingo lingo, two little ducks, legs eleven. I have never played Bingo. I have lived in Blackpool all my life. I am not a real northerner I sit in limbo, my family moved here from the south. I have never eaten hotpot or called my mum's friend aunty or eaten parched peas. How little I know about the place I come from and the people that make it so.
The treasures from the metal detectorists were donated to Kaspar and Susanne perhaps maybe not financially valuable. But if you were a child and found these tiny “hidden” items how thrilling it might be. You might even consider yourself lucky.
Many hotels don’t have a room with number 13. It is sometimes called as 12A. Because superstitious people avoid themselves to be admitted into a hotel room with the number 13 or on the 13th floor of buildings. According to superstition, anyone with 13 letters in their name is regarded to have Devil’s luck.www.shyamsundergupta.com/unlucky13.htm
