Well actually, not the price of butter. The price of fairground rides. I was on the Palace Pier the other day, the dodgems to be precise. £3 per person they wanted. That’s £6 per car, for, ooh, about 3 minutes of ramming some poor French student who hasn’t got the hang of right side driving and is going around in a cirque de solitude. What a bloody rip off. Then, imagine my chagrin (love that word) when I went on the log flume thingy and that was £4 each. That’s £8 for another 3 minutes of getting wet, not drenched mind (that would have been worth it) but just a bit damp around the edges. Mind you, I did enjoy the screaming.
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