If you get the email that says “CONGRATULATIONS!” don’t scream. You’ll scare the dog. Instead, calmly purchase the tickets, then immediately check for train or hotel bookings. Blackpool becomes a full-on war zone on Strictly weekend.
Hotels that usually cost £50 a night suddenly charge £300. You might end up in a B&B called “The Sequins Inn” with a bed that squeaks more than Shirley Ballas’s voice. But honestly? Who cares. You’re going to Blackpool.
So, gear up. Refresh your browser. Write that letter. And may the sparkly odds be ever in your favor. Because when that Wurlitzer rises and Anton Du Beke gives you a wave, you’ll forget the hour you spent screaming at a loading screen. That’s the magic of Blackpool.
