a fairground life(rock o plane)
Last night was the end of the university exams. "r" went out on the town with some of his uni friends, as a result we got away late today and did not arrive at the borders village until nearly 2.30pm. It didn't help that I went the wrong way on the motorway and had to turn around. I knew exactly where I was going, I've been dozens of times, it's just I've got a lot on my mind just now ( that's my excuse and i'm sticking to it). We got stuck into the skydiver and were progressing well. Then we could see the sky darken and the thunder claps started. Within a few minutes it was hammering down. We only had about 40minutes of work to do, so we just carried on. We had no sooner finished the ride and the sun came out hotter than ever, but we were soaked through. It was approaching 6pm now. Time to head back to Glasgow again. Another 125mile round trip completed. Would anyone else travel these distances so their kids could stay at school????? Opening night tomorrow.
posted by showman @ 19:32
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Note to Blakey: when you are pulling down the Hoopla and the top tilt gets stuck. Never ever, ever never never never never ever, try to unstick it by poking it with a quatering, never ever ever never do this, because as you now well know, YOU'LL POKE A HOLE IN IT!!! YAH DONKEY!
Nice blog. Good to see the fairs from a showmans point of view for a change. I came from a market trading family so we knew a good few of travellers through that. We used do markets and shows all over scotland and we went as far down as Whitley Bay. My family chucked the hawking and I got a real job mostly due to the death of my dad, but still miss doing the shows during the summer, the people I met and had a laugh with, oh and the time about ten of us went swimming in the buff blind drunk and I woke up under a showmans lorry at Burntisland ha ha LOL.
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