So we went to Blackpool the other night for my cousin’s birthday. I really enjoy the tackiness of it and just the ‘OMG look at that!’s that occur from this. It’s possibly the only place in England where you’d see two fat girls walking around shops and arcades in bikinis at 11pm in September. As we did. One thing I did notice though was the stares, which we got the instance we got to the main drag (and thus the lights and fireworks, which are the main attraction of this seaside city at this time of the year). My sister noticed it straight away and pointed it out to everyone, although my dad claimed it was because of the car (my dad drives this monstrosity, and to be fair it does attract rather a lot of stares in suburban England). But after we’d found a place to park (which took around an hour as my dad and Lara hate walking anywhere, and Lara wanted to go to the Dr. Who exhibition which was miles away from any parking space), we noticed people were still staring. Perhaps it was because they were all chavs, perhaps because we were wearing clothes, perhaps because we were 6 obviously Iranian people walking down the street, I don’t know.
(By the way, if anyone reading this is from Blackpool, I hope I haven’t offended you or your hometown or anything. I don’t mean to!).

One of the attractions of Blackpool is that you can ride by horse-driven carriage down the street. My sister was in the process of taking a photo of one of the horses when the following happened with my cousin (who is 30 odd and not a native speaker of English):

Lara: Damn, I missed the horse!
Cousin: *in a tone of complete bewilderment and excitement* Mister Horse?!
At which point we all started pissing ourselves laughing. He joined in, but we were laughing so hard we forgot he didn’t understand what was funny until about ten minutes later. So of course when we realised that we just started laughing all over again.

A similar thing happened with my second cousin who’s now learning to speak English after living with Iran. He listens to my Dad a lot (somewhat ironically, since my dad’s not a native speaker of English either) when he’s taking Pom out. So anyway, Arad told his mum to shut the front door. She did so, and then he turned to her and said ‘Good boy!’ (obviously something he’s picked up from my dad talking to Pom) lol!