Ad wroteLaGaucheCaviar wroteRudi wroteIt was a rude plunging into the world of toilet trading. I had previously no idea that this sort of thing went on. I suddenly had wild visions of the trap being encircled by predatory ball lickers.
Filey in the 70's - ACE
Were you on mushrooms when you were there or summat?Used to get lumbered with a week there every year as one of me mates Mam and Dads had a caravan.Corrigans amusements, fucking rubbish.Only good thing was going out on the Brig and occasionally finding an ammonite.It was (and still is) shite. In fact last time I was there I got arrested for D&D. Bastards turfed me out at 5:30am - thought I'd do a "Jimmy off Quadrophenia" and sleep on the beach. I still don't think I've fully thawed out. Ended up on the crazy golf curved round some fucking obstacle with a pizza box as a pillow.I fucking hate Filey.
Right you cunt I challenge you to an air hockey dual. i love Filey, I also spent every fucking available holiday for about a decade between the ages of five and fifteen as my granny has a holiday flat there. She died there last year, my mums ashes are there, I almost had a shag on the golf course there (not with Sean), I played football on the beach there, walked down the cliffs with my dad and the dog every morning until we got to the fallen pill boxes. The amusements were ace, the brig IS ace, the crzy golf, the motorboats, the ravines, the hills, the shops selling seaside trivia, dirty postcards, sweets. I could go on for years like this.In her last few years alive I was bombing out to Filey every moment to see my gran. Once did it from leeds in an hour on a sunday morning. years ago when we were all discussing a day out the only place i could imagine an OMJ day out was Filey.