fifth fair

hello again


one of them sort of "throwback" things, look you see. a post this month looking at something from last month, as opposed to one looking at something from next month, since i doubt i could conjure up pictures for it this far in advance. let me move on.

the drawing to a close of September means, in fairness, many things. for us, however, a key event is a nearby show and fair, with particular emphasis on the fair. off we went to it, as is something of a tradition. but, in this instance, just the 50% of us went.

yes, just William and i, or moi, this year. why, or for what reason? well, we had blistering, tree destroying winds, plus some formidable rain. my (considerably) better half elected not to stand in such for the sake of observing flashing and expensive lights. James, too, was not so keen on this. but, in fairness, he did go along to it the very next evening, with his mates, as the youth of the world are so prone to doing as and when a certain age is reached. which he nearly has.

as William had his heart set on going to the fair - for the fifth time in his life - and i for some reason clutch to a tradition of going, off we went, then. indeed, quite, yes, we had a most splendid time of it.

such a fun time, as point of fact, that i seldom took the phone with a camera welded to it out so that i may record all that much. every now and then, dear reader, one should really live for the moment, and not concern themselves too much with recording it all. but, yes, i did get some of it down, for i know friends and family around the world would wish for an update.

indeed, that is a ride fashioned in the means and manner of a "bucking bull", quite like the one what Gene Wilder rode most triumphantly in Stir Crazy, except totally different. William was a little unsure of it, but in the ended decided he wanted to have a go on it anyhow, and so he did.

do i have some video of this for you? why, yes, of course i do.

that is indeed Theme From Rawhide you can here. i am not sure if it is the legendary recording of it made by The Blues Brothers or the original, i would hope the latter but the former is good. yes, all the time the song was playing i had something of a splendid smile on the go, watching William enjoy the ride and of course remembering how splendid The Blues Brothers was, is, and always or forever shall be.

anyway, the ride above did get rather somewhat more enthusiastic as it went along. not quite bucking bull as such, sure, but the vibrations and shakes got a little bit more robust. alas no, i did not film any of that, thinking it best to hold off and see if i needed to grab William should the bull cast him off.

oh, yes, indeed - the pleasure of the bungee. i believe it was down at York a couple of years ago when both the boys discovered the joys of this. if i recall right, zero inflation too - back then it was £5 a go, here at the fair it was also £5 a go. making it the flagship, prestige and indeed premium attraction at the fair, but what the hey, you get what you pay for. sometimes.

no, a still image of any sort of thing what features the word "bungee" doesn't really cover what it all does, does it? or does it not, i am not sure how best to word that. which, i guess, makes it all the better that i have some video of it coming up next.

absolutely, what you can hear there is the classic song Disco (pronounced "dee aye ess see oh), much to my delight. some time ago i tried to explain to William that such a magnificent song really did exist, but he did not believe me. and now, then, he does.

other forms of fun and entertainment engaged in? well, William really wanted to go on the dodgems, or if you like bumper cars. i agreed, and further agreed to let William have his wish of driving. at first, that is. sadly, and this is not William's fault, dodgem car steering is not as adept as other vehicles, and so he made me quite dizzy having us spin around on the spot.

beyond that, William really liked the firearm based things - ones where you shoot paintballs and air rifles at an assortment of targets. no, i did not film or take images of that, feeling it better (safer) to watch and be alert, lest he get any "likely to cause damage or harm" ideas with such weaponry in his hands.

yeah, go on then, for that peculiar bunch of you who quite like me, a selfie of moi to finish off. indeed, that is the legendary jacket i have on - the "honest it is real and genuine" one Zama got me off of the back of Jozi taxi rank, some 5 or so (perhaps more) years ago. as it is still serving its purpose, far from me it be to argue or question the provenance. R200 or R300 it cost me, which when you translate into sterling is practically nothing for a jacket; not by UK prices.

soon, then, my time of being present at the fair each year shall be at an end. other than my age, or in consideration of it, there will be no reason nor excuse. just as is the case with James now, in a couple of years - less than a handful, assuming handfuls are measured in terms of fingers - William will want to be there with his mates, alone with them, and not having a parent "cramp his style". no, not even a cool, hip or with it one, such as i. such is how life is supposed to go, i presume.

enjoy it all whilst it lasts, then, and other such well used statements that are well used for they have much validity to them. and, indeed, thanks as ever for stopping by to read.



be excellent to each other!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!