Fairground attraction

My favourite band of all time featuring the  remarkable Eddie Reader and I had the great fortune to see her live in Lancaster a couple of years ago. The song Perfect was the soundtrack to my year working in Tenerife in the 1980s and brings back happy memories.

When it comes to fairgrounds, I was lucky enough to have an Auntie who worked for The Pleasure Beach when I was young. A visit to Blackpool was always made special if she happened to be working as cashier on The Grand National roller coaster. We would be able to stay on for a few rides without paying - always a bonus.

The traditional fairground would roll onto a local field and spend several days setting up before opening to the public. A night at the fair was always exciting. Boys in denim would spin the Waltzer carriages  with the shout of "scream if you want to go faster."

There were always stalls offering prizes for success at games like 'hook a duck', rifle ranges or the strangest of all, 'throw a ping-pong ball into a bowl'.  For some reason, I was particularly adept at that one and would walk home with the obligatory goldfish in a flimsy polythene bag with string handles. there would be a flurry of activity at home to secure  a suitable receptacle, followed by a trip to the pet shop to buy food, plant life and a proper fish bowl only to find the poor creature floating on top of the water a couple of days later.

Depending on which parent did the disposal, there was either a funeral, (usually with Mum) or a quick toilet flush, (with Dad). That's life I suppose.

The Big One

Up and up and up we go,
Buckled tightly in seats.
We reach the top and tip over,
There's a fabulous view of the beach.
We're taking a ride on The Big One.
Get set for a speedy drop.
Our stomachs are churning -
Our faces are burning.
Oh God - can you make this thing stop?

Adele V Robinson