Bloody dodgems
Reading some dodgem stories brought back a long-suppressed memory of pain and humiliation from a place I don't even remember where it was. I, small only child, wanted to go on the dodgems. Didn't have anyone to go on with, and there were, apparently, no other children at the fair that day. (?)

But I pestered, and was duly plonked in the seat of a dodgem. Which wouldn't move. I pressed the pedal, and it rattled a bit, and I turned the wheel, and it moved an inch or two then stopped. The entire time, the bloke who ran the ride, my mum and my nan were shouting advice at me. This seemed to go on for about ten minutes, as I got more and more frustrated and the dodgem seemed to mock me with its unwillingness to move more than an inch at a time.

Eventually the ride guy plucked me from my seat and announced "Time's up".

I was too short to go on any other rides. Worst day at the fair ever. I'd forgotten that until today.
(SonofRojBlake, Wed 15 Jun 2011, 13:37, 2 replies)

Repressed memory...
Opened a whole can of worms now.
(Galahad is out of his gourd on yellow bentines, Wed 15 Jun 2011, 13:40, closed)

are you trolling?
( lucosade is counting down the minutes until, Wed 15 Jun 2011, 14:02, closed)