This weekend this particular fatty took not one but two attractive ladies to the funfair.
While this might make me sound like the amazing tubby Don Juan
of Thanet the truth is that this was simply a trip consisting of my girlfriend and her friend with the fatty (me) tagging along. My ego appreciates my first telling if only because it makes me sound unrealistically attractive.
My first thought was that the fair seemed so much smaller than the amusement park grounds it sat in. Dreamland, in my tubby youth, filled the grounds while the traveling funfair snuggled up in one corner.
That said there were plenty of rides and given that it was a rainy Sunday afternoon there were no queues. Something I deeply regretted and was grateful for at the same time.
I was happy to see an absence of queues because currently I cannot stand for that long without my leg going numb. I should be finding out more about what causes this soon I hope.
On the other hand no queues meant that my companions wanted to jump off one ride and on to another almost right away. Something that I soon learned was not a good thing for me.
Our first ride was called Hellraiser and it was a fairly tame looking centrifugal ride with a car that would swing outwards as the ride speeds up and then swing inward as it slowed.
My getting on was fairly amusing for everyone else as the whole thing moved around like it didn't even want me there to start with. My rapidly tarnishing self image suffered another blow when it became clear that this fatty was too big to sit next to either lovely lady.
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