The shows, aye what great times were had at the bught, spewing in the waltzers - all because the fanny spun us faster when we screamed slower!
Smelling the candy floss and the toffee apples, the chips, all this as you walked throught the islands, the music getting louder and louder.
Best memory was as a ten year old, having spent me ten bob, kicked a fag packet and found a FIVER, what joy, and then feeling a bit guilty later on when down to the last half crown.
Also remember being a wee bit wary of the 'showy' people, they all seemed to have that weathered, dark skinned ***** look, probably because they were eh!