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Wednesday 23 January 2013

The wrong kind of fun 1997.

Funland was always open - even when everywhere else had closed down for the season. When you couldnt see its vomit coloured neon you could always hear  the jarred and jangled notes of Oh Susannah  that bled out from its doors and stayed in your head for hours.

During the season it was just another amusement arcade trying to extract your money, but when the Illuminations were turned off it became a lighthouse attracting bored and  skint kids looking for a bit of excitement  in a zombie town.

It was also a magnet for creeps and dubious characters of every kind - often morbidly obese men in shellsuits lurking in cars & takeaways  near the Prom.

Most of the streetwise kids laughed them off, but not all. Some succumbed to the lure of booze, cigarettes and the promises of the affection that they couldn't find at home.

Look up the sorry stories of Charlene Downes & Paige Chivers  if you need to know more.

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