Monday, July 25, 2011
1977: I need me some sugar
What's your view on fairgrounds?
Personally, I used to love them, but I've not been near one in about 20 years. I prefer theme parks and I'm always mindful to keep away from anything that goes spinning round. Up and down, fine. Corkscrew, sudden drops, sudden jolts, okay. But round and round. Even writing this makes me feel bilious.
In the summer of '77, we went to the local fair. It was always a big deal when the fair came to town and we usually went at least three times. While small, it was jam-packed with waltzers, a really scary ghost train where, on exit, a man in a skeleton suit jumped out at you - properly scary the first time it happened as it came as a complete surprise - and other wonderful, death-defying contraptions.
The whole atmosphere was brilliant. The smell of candy floss and fried onions, the sounds coming from the arcade, screams from thrills-seekers, the whoosh of the rides, the alarms as they're due to start, the indecipherable fuzzy announcements and of course, the music.
This apparently Northern soul classic song really reminds of the fair, and it was a great place to hear all your current faves. I was praying the Dead End Kids' Have I The Right would be heard as we boarded the waltzer, and indeed it did. But fun was short-lived as the David Essex type in charge spun us round so often and so fast, that I could barely walk when we got off. I was so ill, that we had to postpone our holiday the next day because I was still suffering. Excuse me a moment *vomits into bin*. That's better.
So to this day I cannot and will not countenance anything that spins.
The only consolation is I did come away with a Roxy Music mirror. Thing is, I could never look in it.