If the Air Show that takes place in Sunderland every year was compared to a national disaster it would be the sordid lovechild of Hurricane Katrina and a really big avalanche. In terms of annoyance, it ranks up there as a wicklow on the index finger of your strongest hand, that you can’t quite get at because your other fingers are essentially five raw sausages flopping around like drunk women on the last bus home.
For those who have the privilege to not know, Sunderland hosts an International Air Show once a year, and bases it right on our “award winning” beach and prom area. Award winning for the amount of chip cartons and gangs of seagulls hanging around on corners, glaring at the elderly and infirm. It apparently brings millions of pounds of tourism into the area for two days and brings the city to an almost stand-still.Continue reading “The Sunderland International Air Show, And Why You Would Be An Idiot To Go”