I vommed on the meteorite when 14 (might of had some cider beforehand). Anyhow, it must of hit the 6/7 people to one side of me.
I don't like Bob carvers patties either , tho they are the original Pattie , breadcrumbs as opposed to batter arnt they ... I don't like breadcrumbed anything tbh
will never forget the stall that had a scary painting of a giant shark with a scantily clad girl in its jaws, The sign read 'Man eating fish' inside the stall was a bloke eating fish n chips.
Going on the bumper cars and getting my nose smashed all over my three year old face. For years I thought I was with my late Grandad whom I thought( wrongly) died when I was very young. Mentioned it to my old girl a while back and she told me my Grandad ( her dad) died before I was born and it was my Grandma's bloke I was with. What a ****ing Liberty!! Not only did the old perv take me on the dodgems, he lets me get my nose smashed all over my boat race. Wouldn't have happened if Eddie H was still about.
Won a goldfish and called it Harold as Harold Wilson had just won the general election. Seem to recall it passed away about the same time he stood down from being PM.
Can't remember quite how long but I got one and put it in the pond and it lasted ages and seemed to shag the existing fish which gave us weird crappy fish for years...at least that's how I remember it
I go every year with our lass. Occasionally we have a go on a ride. We buy the usual carvers chips n mushy peas. I still love the smell of fried onions and roast chestnuts. When I was a lad I seemed to be **** hot at winning a goldfish on the tanks. They were the silver things that were weighted and you had to get them through the hole. I think I won a fish every year for about 7 years. When they died my dad said flush em down the loo. I remember burying one of them. From age 12 onwards was always trying to take lasses from school to fair. The caterpillar and ghost train were the desired locations. Oh happy days
Me too. In West Park amongst the caravans. Until we were interrupted by a police torch in our faces. Next Monday I passed her a note through the school bus window saying I hoped I'd not gone too far (trying to be a gent). On the Tuesday a note was passed back through the bus window to me saying 'no, it was fine. As long as you don't try to figure me.' That was Newland School education for yer...
You must have got a ropey one then, they were only supposed to last a week....You should have took it back the next year and complained
Living down Chants, we always used to go to the Fair on the Sunday after, as every year everyone at school would be telling everyone how they found loads of money under the American big Wheel and similar rides. So we would head off ready to make our fortune. All i ever found was a few mouldy chips...
Anybody else have the yearly rumours of the Thursday before Fair being called "chicken night" where all the rides were apparently free as you were testing them?
My pal's elder brother used to go every morning a dawn and go round the rides and always found quite a lot of money on the ground.
Snap. We used to bike up there from North Hull. It was a nice little earner. Enough to feed the goldfish for a year
Cheers again chaps. Our house yesterday and today is a better place due to your pearls of wisdom (did I actually type that ) and kind support.
Maybe my memory fading but wasn't there supposed to be a giant Scotsman at the fair. He used to sit outside a tent in a kilt but only looked about 6' at the most.
