I have been known to slag off Skegness, the town I was forced by my cruel and unnatural parents to call home between the ages of 15 and 23, but I am still saddened by this news. The fire has destroyed, amongst many other places, the bar where I spent much of my leisure time back. It has wrecked a major sea front complex. Occuring as it has at the height of a season which because of the weather been very poor already for a town that is entirely reliant on summer holiday makers, it could not have happened at a worse time.
Thankfully, no one appears to have been killed.
Ludwig - *Memoir - Part 2* Ludwig Wittgenstein (1889-1951) Trudging along the lane, I must have looked like a tortoise or perhaps a giant hermit crab - with my home ...
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