Going briefly back to Essy’s post, I remember being about 15/16 and the Easter travelling fair were in town so me and my mates put our best make up and baggy jeans on, and hung around the waltzers all night checking out the long haired cool looking dudes… ended up back in their caravan, and crawled away about an hour later more stoned than Ive ever EVER been in my whole life.
I stayed at hers for the night, cos her mum and dad were old and far less inquisitive about red eyes hanging down to the ankles than mine were :oops:
We went to town the next day and bragged to all our “gang” about spending the whole night there being really cool and that they really really liked us…. little did they know one spliff had us on our knees begging for them to let us go… lightweights! :lol:
Now I always laugh when I see the waltzer spinners, and the young girls giving them the come on :wink: