That was the exclamation of my poor, culturally deprived daughter, today. She exclaimed it more than once, and at times was reduced to fits of giggles at the sheer fantasticness of the occasion.
No doubt you can guess where we’d taken her – Blackpool Illuminations.
She loved it, and as a result, we loved it. She was utterly entranced, utterly delighted, and thanked us repeatedly for taking her. She wants to go again tomorrow, actually, but we said no.
The thing with Blackpool, is yes, it’s tacky, yes, it’s more heavily sponsored than you ever remember from your childhood (is it really, or have I just got more shrewd and cynical in adulthood?), but if you consciously choose to set all that to one side for about half an hour, it’s a lot of fun. It’s light, it’s silly, it’s free. What else do you need?