Tuesday, February 13, 2007

"Do not shrink my head, gypsy woman!"

I took the kids to the large annual fun-fair in Leeds, the so-called "Valentines Fair". It's fair to say that there wasn't much to love.

To be frank, it was a gypsy invasion. By the time my heart had recovered from being charged £4 to park in a free car-park and my eyes retracted on their large stalks, to our first ride on a 50m cold, wet "rapids" ride costing £8, I'd already got on the ghost-train with Harry to find no ghosts, but some gormless gypsy with a crappy wolfman-mask on barking at riders randomly.

Not great entertainment and the £15 in 2 minutes was making a sub £6 Worms on XBox Live Arcade simply awesome value for money.

I took £30, thinking that'd be plenty for an hour at the fair. Maybe time has finally caught up with me, it lasted about 14mins and that was being reasonably prudent.

The kids only real value was on Hook-a-duck, although they'd hooked the bloody ducks and grabbed their "prizes" before I'd even finished paying. I said they couldn't have goldfish (aka Gypsyfish, which I thought had been banned as prizes) so they took 2 soft-toys which, as I thought, we're crafted in the lower regions of Eastern Europe - oh for the luxury of an east-asian mass-produced quality product. I called them gypsy toys and Harry cried; bad Dad.

Got back and drank some wine.

I'm also into Salsa. Not the gypsy dancing, but the sauce with Doritos to dip. Not sure how I've managed to miss out for the last 20 or so years, I guess my lack of desire of saucy stuff hasn't helped and the word "chilli" was enough to scare the living daylights out of me, but I'm making up for lost time now - diabetes or no diabetes. Expect a fitness regime in a month.

There's another arcade wednesday on live arcade and no worms, more forum grumbles and I hope we can get the bugger out there soon.


Ben Paddon / S2K said...

The last time I went to a fair I was crushed on a rotating wheel of death between a large man and another, larger man. I felt like a tube of toothpaste, and I swear I could feel my innards sliding up the back of my throat.

For this privilege, I paid £6. Fun times.

Martyn "Spadge" Brown said...

I'm not sure it's advisable suggesting you were part of a "man-sandwich", such things are best kept in one's closet.