It's cack. The rides are all rusting pieces of junk. Also, it's full of chavvy kids doing MCAT and other s**tty drugs.
Not read all the posts so apologies if this has been mentioned but the best thing I remember is the wall of death and the boxing.
Absolutely love it. Loved it as a kid and love it even at my age, even though I'm nowhere near as adventurous. It's one of Hull's great attractions and makes the council a bloody fortune. Anyone remember the American Big Wheel (it was actually called the Skyliner if I'm not mistaken)? Best ride on the fairground in the seventies easily and used to have a massive queue. It was halfway down Walton Street and must have made a mint.
It's funny how your priorities change during your life. When I was at Junior School Hull Fair was the single most important thing that happened every year. Better than Christmas. Better than birthdays. I vividly remember going in the early 70s. The loud, metallic music. The bright flashing lights. The sweet pungency. The cold, dry October nights. The scream of the ghost train. The excitement of driving a dodgem. The sickening spin of the Waltzer. I never lost my love of Hull Fair as a teenager, when the slot machines and video games became a greater attraction than the rides. One Saturday in the early 80s we went on our way to Boothferry Park - Sheff United if I remember - and I spent everything I had. Missed the game and hung around the fair until it closed. Like living in a Morrissey lyric. Happy, never ending, free days. Chat up a bird by the cyclone. 50 if you're lucky. 75 if she was easy. 100 if..... Well never gonna happen. And though I walk home alone I might walk home alone ... ...But my faith in love is still devout. These days? Meh. Couldn't give a **** about fairs.
I'll pop in for one night, probably tomorrow. I'm not a fan though. It's often cold, wet, overcrowded and overpriced. But i'll still go.
full of little skanky kids thinking they're pro in groups ****ing chav ****s, chuck em in the north sea and make the eco system relive
Makes the council a bloody Fortune? Really? Any figures to back that statement up? Where do you think the mint the ride you are referring to went to? It wasn't the council. Though the tax returns of the operators of that and other rides would make interesting reading.
Out of interest how much are pitches at fair? I take it carvers takes the most money along with the big wheel (due to them charging £3 each).
Bloody Hell Ernie, glad to hear the early 70's hopes and aspirations reflected those of the early '60s...with the same degree of disappointment...all's "fair" in love & war. Bugger ain't it ? Good times nontheless.
yeaaaaah a tutty thread tut tut tut tut tut tutty tut tut tutty tut balls i put one too many tuts in there , i was in Manchester tonight at my sons gig but will pop to fair for some brandy snap and a walk around . i will tut at everyone tutting at people enjoying themselves . . . how very dare they !!!!!!!!
Chat up a bird by the cyclone. 50 if you're lucky. 75 if she was easy. 100 if..... Well never gonna happen. My oh my Ernie haven't seen or heard those terms for many a year gave me a chuckle and yes the fair was more magical in those dayS, but there again life seemed to be PL or no PL.
We took my missus' five year old niece round last night - yeah, it brings a fair few chavs out for the highlight of their year - but not as many about to spoil it. We're meeting with friends for a catch-up on Tuesday at the fair to go on a few rides and stuff our faces with sugary treats on Walton St. The only downside to the fair is traditional fair attractions no longer feature - goldfish prizes, wall of death, freak shows etc...
Pikey bastards fiddled me with the brandy snap. Bought the Wrights Brandy snap and he turned round n switched the bag for a bag of cheap ****. Tastes ****ing disgusting.
Went tonight. Skanked of £55 in less than 90 minutes. **** me backwards. Only plus was seeing Darmesh Sheth eating a bag of Carvers near the Big Apple kiddies 'roller coaster'. Well it looked like him anyways. It was him. Definitely him.
****in' hell Chazz. I'm so very glad that you clarified that. My imagination was beginning to run riot. I was coming out in a cold, cold sweat. As I imagined you might be. A sinister group of Boydy lookalikes frog marching you round the back of the cakewalk. Bending you over a diesel genset. Unfurling the brown, curled, over-sweet confectionary. I had an image not unlike that scene in Scum, where Harry Cross turns a blind eye. #hopechazzisok
This. I went at 9pm on Saturday evening so had 2 - 2 and half hours and it was quieter because most of the said knobheads were on their way home by this point. The year before I went earlier and it was full of high school kids just walking around in gangs looking for trouble. It was ridiculous.
