Anyway, back to our day out. Having finished my chicken and chips, I met up with
the others ... .... and that's when things started to go wrong. My future wife, either out
of pure malice or perhaps just for sheer amusement, made me go on that bloody loop
the loop thing. Now, I don't know whether it was the eight pints of beer or the chicken
and chips, but for some reason I didn't enjoy the ride. As we hurtled round the loop, I
shouted obscenities as loudly as I could, and yet no sound came out. If my brain didn't
know what was happening, my stomach certainly did. When we eventually got off, I
was as green as grass; I couldn't see it, but I could certainly feel it.
So when Dreamland does reopen (and we all hope that it will), please please
please, no looping star.
Jerry
An aerial view of Dreamland in its heyday, c. early 19 5 0s
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