…so much to answer for.

My friend and fellow pedant Tom, 24, has submitted this glorious catalogue of errors captured in a brief trip to north-west seaside resort Morecambe. He has also provided this potted history of the town to whet, and perhaps even wet, the appetite:

“Morecambe. The mere mention of the place conjures up so many meanings. First came the glamour of the Midland Hotel, modernism writ large and a sense of British seaside optimism. The subsequent fall from grace saw the Midland left to rot, the piers washed out to sea, and the tacky arrival and decrepit departure of Frontierland. The death of 23 cockle pickers in 2004 saw Morecambe reach the bleakest point in its history. Until now.”

They even botched the first attempt at correcting that missing ‘u’. Incredible scenes.

Sensable prices:

It seems even the town’s badass graffiti-doers are plagued with incompetence. This is marvellous because of the obvious you’re/your calamity and also the sterling effort by the conscientious blue pen owner intent on subverting derogatory use of the word ‘gay’.

I think GrammarBlog should send an outreach spelling worker to sort Morecambe out.

This is the coastal town that they forgot to close down / Armageddon - come Armageddon, come.