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I don't know why Janet puts herself through this every year. The comedy value must have worn off by now, surely?
Well, it was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity.
Some observations, made on an entirely random basis:
You just have to go with it.
It's not the 'working-class' thing that you hoped you could be smugly superior about. It's all quite weird, a metropolis crammed into an industrial estate. Next to the 'fake-tattoo your little darling' stall is a bar selling decent coffee, expensive cocktails, quality spirits... and it feels quite pleasant. It could be Soho, at a stretch. Hurrah for the democratisation of the holiday experience.
The girls had immense, unjudgemental fun. I came close to smiling on several occasions. The tattooed snakes sliding under bikini gussets were of little interest compared with the really rather amusing 'naughty dinosaurs' that accosted me in the afternoon. The falconry was rather good (and free!). The childrens' experience stuff was appropriately experiential. I exhausted them over an eight hour period for a £5 entrance fee and rather more in random leakage of sponds. On the whole, it wasn't that bad at all.
Suspend your prejudices and I'll recommend it. Retain them... well, Goodwood House is just down the road. You'll get no surprises with the National Trust. Kids'll be bored to buggery though...
Pictures. Half of these are on Facebook already, it's not like there's anywhere to hide