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some sort of neon things that were toxic
catching plastic ducks on hooks
being 'too young' for the ghost train
goldfish in a plastic bag [possible false memory]
smell of burning onions
being too small to actually see into any of the stalls
<3 Goose Fair. I can heartily recommend it if you're 4 years old.
[just doing general childhood memories now guys, chip in if you like]
I'm guessing that isn't what happens.
It's also fun to walk home through the carnies. "Have you finished fucking painting that yet?", "Just put some gaffer tape on it, it'll be reet", and so on.
take over the club I used to work in when they were in town.
They just stuck a load of cash on the door to cover damages, then partied and eventually trashed the joint.
The Hell's Angels doormen were a bit intimidated by them.
One day, I'm going to write a book about all the crazy shit I saw.
Chapter 1 will be about Brian Molko having a massive temper tantrum.
Chapter 2 will be about a man having his face sliced off with a broken Rolling Rock bottle.
It'll be a laugh-a-minute romp.
Sounds like I'd need my red crayon the most.