Waiting for the Smelly Rockers and Hells Angels to turn up when I was a 13 / 14 year old skinhead . They were older and bigger then me and my mates.
I may be in a minority but I can't stand pancakes. Everyone can fill their boots with those hideous objects.
Had my first roast chestnuts and fairy floss there. Always took home a coconut to be smashed open with a hammer. Post Hull fair a small fair often set up in a field near Marfleet station.
winning a coconut to take home was one of my abiding memories, probably spent a fortune of dad's money to get it. The smell of the frying onions was my otther one. coconut milk is what you get by mashing up the coconut flesh. the liquid inside is coconut water.
Once got labelled a **** by some of my in-laws by mistake at the fair. Long story but basically I was stood with my mates wife watching my wife and my mate on a ride. We didn't fancy going on but they did. One of the wife's relations spotted me with this "other woman" and put 2 and 2 together and made 5. Thick ****s.