Saturday 17 September 2011

Fair view

Isn't it just lovely when the fair is in town.The place really comes into it's own. I've been sitting out over the passed evening or two savouring the goings on up river. From my place you can here the calls of "do you want to go faster" and "Oggy oggy oi! Oi Oi" and the smell of candy floss and brandy snaps wafting downriver on a weirdly termed Automnal Spring tide. If me phone wasn't on charge I could have taken a smashing photo with the rain drashing down, the lights of the Buzzer and all the folk crossing he bridge now it's closed to traffic and the fireworks. The old boy has driven down to Halford's car park and is sitting there listening along to a bit of Handel. SoS. On the top tide I rowed up to the Lidl bank and took a look for meself, there was bleddy crowds there which is nice to see. I gather they do have a few rides which are only showcased at big fairs and stuff, one is a 1000 foot high. I took  a walk through happy hour as they call it but the cheapest ride was 2.50 too much money to feel sick and ill I reckon and you probably lose 40p down the back of the seats. Fair lads will have that, quick as a flash. A few years ago I did lose fifty pence on the dodgems. I was trying to sort out me change while some fella was hanging off me rear end and I dropped it. Thing is I recall the fifty p bit as it was a Battle of Britain commemorative one and had three Spitfires, a Lancaster Bomber and a Hurricane on it. After the ride had finished I went straight up to the booth and asked him to keep an eye open for this unique coin of the realm. However, the phrase the customer is always right stood no stead with this peculiar one eyed rather sweaty and overweight gentleman from the banks of the Mersey and at the end of the  exchange as he was busily putting on a pop on 45 twelve inch I had to give gave him some short shrift I ended up berating him  about the nature of his customer service. I'm not a fella to stand on ceremony, a spade is a spade, but his reaction was plainly rather un-cooth. However, I did go the rifle ranges, only airguns these days I remember when they had .22's proper little brass bullets, and manage to win myself several of them meerkat thinganmyjigs. I'll give 'em to the kiddies for xmas I've now got fifteen of the little buggers, so I must have looked quite a sight as I sculled my way back down river. Bugger! I got to get back up there sharpish as, happy as Squirsie's as I was with my meercats I forgot to buy some brandy snaps and I promised old Annie one or two with a cup of tea. Plus the dug likes a good old chew on 'em. Suck the tea up through the tubes lovely job.

http://www.barnstapletowncouncil.co.uk/barnstaple-fair.asp