If you want to wipe out Ned-dom in one fell swoop, there is an easy solution. Bomb every fairground and amusement arcade in the country. That’s the conclusion I’ve drawn from last nights trip to the fairground at Leith Links.
Arriving prior to the 6 o’clock opening time, we decided to kill some time in the kids playground on the links only to find it full of more tracksuits than JJB sports – all sporting a Regal King Size, hooped ear-rings, the obligatory scruffy bairn and a collection of ‘sovvy’ rings. Perhaps the most shocking aspect was that about 80% of them would legally qualify for a ‘half’ on the bus.
Throw in a liberal sprinkling of pit bulls and you’re half way to picturing the scene.
The fairground evokes strong memories for me. The ‘shows’ in Port Seton were next to the outdoor swimming pool and you’d regularly trot over in nothing but your swimming trunks and a towel to the amusement arcade to play ‘Scramble’ or beg someone for their ‘last man’ on ‘Moon Cresta’. The arcades were great to be around in the early 80′s as video gaming took it’s first tentative steps from baby to toddler.
There was also the lure of the more expensive rides such as the ‘Waltzers’ and the terrifying looking ‘Dive Bomber’ where the metal bar holding you into your seat as you spun upside down at a terrifying rate would be unlikely to pass any kind of safety standard nowadays. All this with a backdrop of chip vans, candy floss and toffee apples.
I don’t seem to remember any neds either, although there must have been the equivalent. Maybe my memory has airbrushed out the unsavoury elements to leave me with a rose tinted view of the past. They say that happens as you get older.
No need for airbrushing to get rid of todays neds though. Just a big fucking humungomegaton bomb would sort it.
As long as it only wiped out the neds and left the ‘Gonks’ untouched. I always loved to try and win a ‘Gonk’.
on Jun 14th, 2009 at 2:16 pm
Do you still win Gonks at the shows? When I was a kid it was always either a startlingly-hued polyester Gonk or a goldfish that had been hanging up on the front of the stall in a wee plastic bag of water for 8 hours and was 20 minutes away from being fully poached. And we wondered why they were always dead when we got up the next morning.
on Jun 19th, 2009 at 8:56 am
I reckon you are a ned suppressing your ned heritage
BTW Fife is exactly the same but you don’t have to go to a fairground to see it.