Once had a go with the 3 darts in 3 separate playing cards when I was about 10. Got one in a coconut by accident, one in the space between the cards and the final one hit the stallholder and hooked in his woolie sweater, therefore proving that the tips were bent round to stop them sticking in the cards.
When I was a nipper I was always fascinated by the decoration on the outside of the Outer Limits. It had a painting of a knickerless lass riding a rocket missile thing and what appeared to be the Beatles/Rolling Stones.
Walked down Walton st on the way back from visiting Kempton Snr in his care home. Stopped at Bob Carvers and got pattie chips and peas. The pattie rolled off the chips and onto the rerd. Gutted. Even though they're not proper patties.
Just back from taking the little one. It's so packed for a Saturday afternoon. Don't remember the big wheel being that rickety last time - swaying all over. Bob Carvers was nice as always. Tradition, ain't it?
Saw a young kid try and get off the speedway ride whilst going at full speed. It threw him against the barrier at about 50mph. Nasty.
Aye, so did I. Called it Waggy. It met a tragic end. We had cats, they used to watch Waggy swim round and round his bowl but, to them, he was a friend rather than a meal. Then one day my cousin's cat came to stay. She had a different set of values. Bowl knocked over. Waggy swallowed in an instant. Ruthless.
It's true. I even kissed a lass on her front doorstep. She wanted the kiss on her lips but I was too shy.
Actually, I remember reading about an Ull fair goldfish living for many years. I duly retract my doubting your story.
