- 20 Mar 01
She can't sit still. She has the attention span of a senile goldfish. And she has got some very strange personal habits. But Bjork is still one of the brightest and most compelling pop stars the nineties has produced thus far. LIAM FAY travels to darkest Blackpool for a close and often strange encounter with the Icelandic imp herself.
There is nothing wrong with Blackpool that a sudden rise in sea level wouldn't cure.
Amusement arcades, fun palaces, all day cabaret bars, souvenir shops and other elaborate torture chambers churn away at full capacity. For the more adventurous and the stronger of stomach, there are the delights of wet t-shirt contests or cocktail drinking bouts or The Nolans or Frank Carson or The Grumbieweeds or even Roy Chubby Brown. And then, there's the fat people. Thousands of them down by the beach, fat men, fat women and fat children, with their shirts off.
You've heard of the Blackpool illuminations? Yeah, well that's when you go to Blackpool and you're suddenly struck by a series of blinding realisations about the sorry state your life is in that you should wind up here.