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    The funny thing is... if you remember the 'That'll be the day' film, David Essex worked on the Skid and then the Dodgems too. Then he joined a rock 'n' roll band called.....








    "The Stray Cats".

    It's funny how my life mirrored that of Jim McLain in the film. Only difference was, my life wasn't fiction.


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    https://youtu.be/Q4JC9sh4xsI

    Clip of David Essex and Ring Starr clodding on the Dodgems.


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    Chapter Thirty. “I’m Alright Jack”.

    Every year in March, in the Casino Lounge at Blackpool Pleasure Beach, The ‘Fairground Society’ would hold a fairground model show. Fairground enthusiasts would turn up and exhibit their scratch built models. Malcolm Slater was the chap that organised this event. I’d bumped into Malcolm whilst in the Model Tent at Elvaston Castle. Malc had kindly asked me if I would attend with some artwork and display it at the model show.

    The Blackpool Pleasure Beach model show was always well attended. It was an event that I would use as a social occasion, more than business, although I always did well on that side of things too. I would often make new friends and acquaintances at the model show, as well as using the weekend to have a jolly good piss up in Blackpool.

    It was at this model show where I was to meet a future good friend of mine, Paul Grimshaw. At the show, Paul came over and introduced himself. He was full of admiration for my artwork. He explained that he’d purchased an old Speedway ride that he was currently restoring, and he liked the traditional
    Fairground artwork I had on display. We had a good ten minutes or so chatting about the old days on the fairgrounds. Paul had a good knowledge about fairgrounds and the music of the fair too. There’ll be more about Paul in a later chapter.

    It was getting late in the afternoon, I was sitting next to my display drinking a well earned cup of tea, when I suddenly heard a voice in my ear. “Now then Lad… I see your painting has slightly improved”. Bloody hell…it was that old pain in the arse, old Jack! I was enjoying myself until he turned up! I put on my most polite welcoming voice and replied “Hello Jack, fancy seeing you here, how the bloody well are you?” I said with a fake smile on my face.

    Jack was a bit of a big cheese on the Steam Engine rallies. He had several vintage rides including a set of Gallopers (carousel) and a Chairoplane ride. The problem I had with Jack was… he was always taking the piss out of folk. Especially me, he seemed to get off on ridiculing me in front of people. I had him well and truly sussed out. On every occasion our paths had crossed he always took the piss about my painting skills. Well today… that old bugger was gonna get some back from me!

    As we started chatting, he asked me “Are you very busy at the moment? I don’t suppose you’re in much demand are you?” That idiot just couldn’t help himself. “Yes Jack, I’m upto my ears in it” I said. “It’s none stop, Jack” I told him. I laid it on thick “My work is popular, I’m struggling to keep up with the demand”. He wasn’t smiling now. “Did you want something Jack?” I asked. “Yes lad, I need my ‘Chairoplane’ steps marbled” he said. “I’ll see if I can fit them in over the winter” I told him. “Winter?! I need them for May Day Bank holiday!” I was enjoying reeling this old trout in. I was gonna milk this for all it was worth.
    “Sorry, but I really am up to my neck in it, I haven’t even got time to fart, the best I can do is squeeze you in for next winter” I told him. I was enjoying this moment. “I’ll pay you whatever you want” he insisted. It was time to reel him in. We arranged a date for the following week.

    During my time as a painter I had become labelled ‘The King of the Marbling’. Marbling was an effect used on rides and stalls by the showman for many years. For some reason the ‘marble effect’ was popular with showmen and enthusiasts alike. It was a very simple process using a varnish glaze, a feather and some petrol or lighter fluid. I’d developed a technique that had become very successful.

    Jack’s yard was near Retford in Nottinghamshire. I’d agreed to marble his steps at £20 a step. There were 12 sets of steps to be marbled. Also I’d made sure he was going to pay for my petrol, the paint and some lighter fluid. I even told him I’d bill him for a pie and a pint in the pub at lunch time. I’d got him by his bollocks! Well… after all, I did drop everything for him in his hour of need and he’d been such a **** to me in the past. So it was payback time.

    When I arrived at Jack’s yard I was greeted by an old chap. “Hello, Jack’s not here today, follow me and I’ll take you to where the sets are” he said. The old chap was Jack’s joiner. He was a very friendly and obliging too. He took me to a large workshop area, where the steps had been carefully set out ready for my magic feather treatment.

    It had taken me twenty minutes to paint on the varnish glaze. Ten minutes to splash the lighter fluid on top of the wet glaze. Then another twenty minutes to add the veins with a feather. Job done in less than an hour! The total bill including fuel and food was £300.

    Later that day, Jack called me on the phone. He told me he was very pleased with the marbling on his steps and that I’d done a splendid job. The next part of the conversation would live in my memory for ever. It went something like this… “Would it be ok if I pay you at the weekend?” He asked. “No problem” I told him. Then he said “£300 for a days work is very expensive”. Then I shot him right between the eyes “No Jack… it was £300 for an hours work!”

    That silly old bugger learned the hard way with me. Show me some respect and I’ll show some back. Taking the piss will cost you.


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    Quote Originally Posted by Erik View Post


    Thank you very much.


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    Chapter Thirty one “Sunny Hunny”.

    Things had been going very well for me, I was loving my life painting and signwriting, and not forgetting being back on the Gaff with the Dodgems.
    Things had been going well with me and Kay too. Working on the Gaff together and going to rockabilly gigs too. What could possibly go wrong?

    During our time together, Kay had always worked full time at Bombardier in Derby. She was pretty handy at wiring up panels that were used on trains. We’d always got on well and had very little in the way of arguments or spats. Cutting a long story short, it turned out that Kay had been having an affair with a bloke at her workplace. So I ended the relationship and kicked her out of the house. So that was that. This happened back in January 2002. I was heartbroken for a week or two, but nothing that working on the Gaff couldn’t put right. Maybe it was time for the old Rembrandt to make a reappearance.

    This was the moment I’d regretted turning down the chance to tour the USA. Apart from having a mortgage to pay, my main concern was leaving Kay behind on her own for six months. Now I realised why she would have been happy for me to have gone over to the States. No point in crying about it, it was a missed opportunity and that was that.

    During the Easter of 2002, I’d painted some signs for a Rock Shop in the seaside town of Hunstanton. Hunstanton is situated on the north Norfolk coast. I had arranged to deliver the completed signs to the shop at the seaside. The journey from my home in Belper to Hunstanton had taken me about two and a half hours. When I arrived at Hunstanton, I was gagging for a cup of tea. So I popped into a cafe for a cuppa and a jolly good fry up.

    As I was sitting waiting for my tea and breakfast to arrive, I noticed that there was a lass sitting close by and she was giving me the eye. She was sipping on a cup of coffee. Every time I glanced over in her direction, our eyes kept meeting. Any way I was more interested in feeding my hungry belly than messing about with a lass. My breakfast and tea finally arrived and I tucked in. The breakfast and tea had gone down well. The waitress came over to remove my plate and then refilled my mug with another tea.

    As I sat there supping on my tea, the lass that was giving me the eye, came over “mind if I join you?” She asked? “Be my guest” I replied. She told me her name was Joanne and that she lived in a small village down the road called Thornham. Joanne was very pleasant and well mannered too. She said the reason she came and sat with me was because she was familiar with my rockabilly image. She went on to say one of her sisters was a rockabilly and they ran a rockabilly venue in a pub called the ‘Pilot’ in Coventry. It was the same Pilot venue that I’d performed at with Southern Bound. Within a split second Joanne was texting her sister asking if she remembered a band called Southern Bound? Her sister replied saying she remembered Southern Bound very well.

    As time went on, I explained to Joanne that I had some business to do with the owner of a rock shop. “No problem” she said. “If you get time, pop into Thornham, there’s a pub there called ‘The Kings Head’, I’ll be there all day if you fancy a drink?” Said Joanne. “I might just do that” I replied. We said our goodbyes and off I went to the Rock Shop. No prizes for guessing where I went next, after all…. It was thirsty work delivering signs!

    It was late afternoon when I turned up at the Kings Head. The pub was an old coaching inn. A typical country pub complete with low ceilings and wooden beams. Around the back outside there was some old stables that had been converted into accommodation.

    As I entered the pub, I was greeted by Joanne standing behind the bar. “What are you drinking Gary? This one’s on me” She told me. “A pint of Wherry please, me duck” I replied. I sat on a bar stool at the bar and we spent the rest of the afternoon chatting in between her serving the customers. It was now that it dawned on me I had a slight problem with the situation I was in. I had a few pints and I was supposed to drive back home to Belper. So I asked Joanne if I could book a room for the night. She popped another pint of Wherry in front of me on the bar. “No need to worry about accommodation, I’ve got you a room here for the night, free of charge”. It turned out Joanne’s parents were the landlords of the pub. Blimey… i’d fell on my feet here. I’ve pulled a bird with a pub at the seaside. “Rock On!”

    The following morning I said my goodbyes and thanked Joanne and her parents. She gave me her phone number and gave me a kiss on the cheek as I headed for my car parked in the carpark. As I drove back home to Derbyshire I had all kinds of thoughts going through my mind.

    When I finally arrived home, I texted Joanne to tell her I’d got home safely. Within seconds of her receiving the text… she phoned me. “Are you busy next weekend… if not, your’e more than welcome to come over and stay here if you like” she said. Now the good thing was, Paul wasn’t taking his Dodgems out again until July, so I had a lot of spare leisure time on my hands. My break up with Kay was soon forgotten as I was spending all my new spare time at the seaside with my new girlfriend, Joanne. They don’t call it ‘Sunny Hunny’ for nothing.

    So there I was spending my time at the seaside and in a pub with my new girlfriend. It wasn’t long before I’d made good friends with the folk of Thornham and Hunstanton. Life was good again, and I’d got the rest of summer to look forward to on the Dodgems.

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    There's some great pics of you & the lads Rocka.

    And the artwork too.


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    Quote Originally Posted by Alf-engelos Mindminackers View Post
    There's some great pics of you & the lads Rocka.

    And the artwork too.
    Thanks Alf.

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    This was the actual gig at The Pilot, in Coventry. Ex Orbitors and Sonic Aces, Bass man Andy Allcock was Deppin' for us on Double Bass that night

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    Quote Originally Posted by rockabilly View Post


    This was the actual gig at The Plot, in Coventry. Ex Orbitors and Sonic Aces, Bass man Andy Allcock was Deppin' for us on Double Bass that night
    Oh yes, that Epiphone EJ200 is gorgeous.


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    Quote Originally Posted by rockabilly View Post


    This was the actual gig at The Plot, in Coventry. Ex Orbitors and Sonic Aces, Bass man Andy Allcock was Deppin' for us on Double Bass that night
    See, this photo tells me I would have enjoyed this band as well.

    „I believe in socialism because it seems more humanitarian, rather than every man for himself and 'I'm alright jack' and all those arsehole businessmen with all the loot. I made up my mind from viewing society from that angle. That's where I'm from and there's where I've made my decisions from. That's why I believe in socialism“

    „Don't forget you're alive. 'Cause sometimes when you walk around the city and you're in a bad mood, you can think, hey, wait a minute, we're alive! We don't know what the next second will bring and what a fantastic thing this is. This can get easily forgotten in the routine of life, and that's something I'm trying to bring to my attention at all times. Don't forget you're alive. We're not dead, you know. This is the greatest thing.”

    — Joe Strummer

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    https://youtu.be/pTIWG-zJ7R4

    Robert Plant having a Jam session with my old buddy Darren Lince.


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    As you do!


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    Quote Originally Posted by Strummer View Post
    As you do!
    If I hadn't have buggered off back to the fair... that could have be me on those drums.


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    Quote Originally Posted by rockabilly View Post
    If I hadn't have buggered off back to the fair... that could have be me on those drums.
    It would’ve been one to tell the grandkids, that’s for certain.


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    Quote Originally Posted by Strummer View Post
    It would’ve been one to tell the grandkids, that’s for certain.
    Absolutely.

    My only claim to fame was sharing a dressing room with 'Screamin' Lord Sutch and the Savages' when we supported them at the 'Lace Webb club' in Sandiacre.


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    Quote Originally Posted by rockabilly View Post
    Chapter Thirty one “Sunny Hunny”.

    Things had been going very well for me, I was loving my life painting and songwriting, and not forgetting being back on the Gaff with the Dodgems.
    Things had been going well with me and Kay too. Working on the Gaff together and going to rockabilly gigs too. What could possibly go wrong?

    During our time together, Kay had always worked full time at Bombardier in Derby. She was pretty handy at wiring up panels that were used on trains. We’d always got on well and had very little in the way of arguments or spats. Cutting a long story short, it turned out that Kay had been having an affair with a bloke at her workplace. So I ended the relationship and kicked her out of the house. So that was that. This happened back in January 2002. I was heartbroken for a week or two, but nothing that working on the Gaff couldn’t put right. Maybe it was time for the old Rembrandt to make a reappearance.

    This was the moment I’d regretted turning down the chance to tour the USA. Apart from having a mortgage to pay, my main concern was leaving Kay behind on her own for six months. Now I realised why she would have been happy for me to have gone over to the States. No point in crying about it, it was a missed opportunity and that was that.

    During the Easter of 2002, I’d painted some signs for a Rock Shop in the seaside town of Hunstanton. Hunstanton is situated on the north Norfolk coast. I had arranged to deliver the completed signs to the shop at the seaside. The journey from my home in Belper to Hunstanton had taken me about two and a half hours. When I arrived at Hunstanton, I was gagging for a cup of tea. So I popped into a cafe for a cuppa and a jolly good fry up.

    As I was sitting waiting for my tea and breakfast to arrive, I noticed that there was a lass sitting close by and she was giving me the eye. She was sipping on a cup of coffee. Every time I glanced over in her direction, our eyes kept meeting. Any way I was more interested in feeding my hungry belly than messing about with a lass. My breakfast and tea finally arrived and I tucked in. The breakfast and tea had gone down well. The waitress came over to remove my plate and then refilled my mug with another tea.

    As I sat there supping on my tea, the lass that was giving me the eye, came over “mind if I join you?” She asked? “Be my guest” I replied. She told me her name was Joanne and that she lived in a small village down the road called Thornham. Joanne was very pleasant and well mannered too. She said the reason she came and sat with me was because she was familiar with my rockabilly image. She went on to say one of her sisters was a rockabilly and they ran a rockabilly venue in a pub called the ‘Pilot’ in Coventry. It was the same Pilot venue that I’d performed at with Southern Bound. Within a split second Joanne was texting her sister asking if she remembered a band called Southern Bound? Her sister replied saying she remembered Southern Bound very well.

    As time went on, I explained to Joanne that I had some business to do with the owner of a rock shop. “No problem” she said. “If you get time, pop into Thornham, there’s a pub there called ‘The Kings Head’, I’ll be there all day if you fancy a drink?” Said Joanne. “I might just do that” I replied. We said our goodbyes and off I went to the Rock Shop. No prizes for guessing where I went next, after all…. It was thirsty work delivering signs!

    It was late afternoon when I turned up at the Kings Head. The pub was an old coaching inn. A typical country pub complete with low ceilings and wooden beams. Around the back outside there was some old stables that had been converted into accommodation.

    As I entered the pub, I was greeted by Joanne standing behind the bar. “What are you drinking Gary? This one’s on me” She told me. “A pint of Wherry please, me duck” I replied. I sat on a bar stool at the bar and we spent the rest of the afternoon chatting in between her serving the customers. It was now that it dawned on me I had a slight problem with the situation I was in. I had a few pints and I was supposed to drive back home to Belper. So I asked Joanne if I could book a room for the night. She popped another pint of Wherry in front of me on the bar. “No need to worry about accommodation, I’ve got you a room here for the night, free of charge”. It turned out Joanne’s parents were the landlords of the pub. Blimey… i’d fell on my feet here. I’ve pulled a bird with a pub at the seaside. “Rock On!”

    The following morning I said my goodbyes and thanked Joanne and her parents. She gave me her phone number and gave me a kiss on the cheek as I headed for my car parked in the carpark. As I drove back home to Derbyshire I had all kinds of thoughts going through my mind.

    When I finally arrived home, I texted Joanne to tell her I’d got home safely. Within seconds of her receiving the text… she phoned me. “Are you busy next weekend… if not, your’e more than welcome to come over and stay here if you like” she said. Now the good thing was, Paul wasn’t taking his Dodgems out again until July, so I had a lot of spare leisure time on my hands. My break up with Kay was soon forgotten as I was spending all my new spare time at the seaside with my new girlfriend, Joanne. They don’t call it ‘Sunny Hunny’ for nothing.

    So there I was spending my time at the seaside and in a pub with my new girlfriend. It wasn’t long before I’d made good friends with the folk of Thornham and Hunstanton. Life was good again, and I’d got the rest of summer to look forward to on the Dodgems.
    That’s wank mate, given the USA tour as well.

    You’re a jammy bastard though, pulling that bird in the cafe, knowing my luck I would have got filled in and mugged by some locals

    I’ve known people like ‘Jack’ as well. I used to subcontract to a bloke and nowt was ever quite good enough for him, like I was still an apprentice in my 30’s. He phoned me one day and asked me to complete a job and I said I was too busy (I wasn’t), he eventually got to “name your price, the job has to be finished by Friday”, I told him I was too busy. I didn’t want his money and thought fuck him.
    He still phones me every now and then trying to entice me back with money. Fuck em mate


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    Quote Originally Posted by Bryn Gunn View Post
    That’s wank mate, given the USA tour as well.

    You’re a jammy bastard though, pulling that bird in the cafe, knowing my luck I would have got filled in and mugged by some locals

    I’ve known people like ‘Jack’ as well. I used to subcontract to a bloke and nowt was ever quite good enough for him, like I was still an apprentice in my 30’s. He phoned me one day and asked me to complete a job and I said I was too busy (I wasn’t), he eventually got to “name your price, the job has to be finished by Friday”, I told him I was too busy. I didn’t want his money and thought fuck him.
    He still phones me every now and then trying to entice me back with money. Fuck em mate
    Exactly... Fuck 'em, we don't need 'em!


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    Last night I received a text from Teabag. In the message he asked me if I'd watched 'Four in a Bed' on C4 last week. If not, I was to watch last Wednesdays episode on catch up. I've just watched the episode. The '20th Century Thriller' Noah's ark ride I painted back in 2007 was featured in the programe.

    This has made my day.


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    Chapter thirty two… “Does This Require A Maths O Level?”

    My romance with Joanne had lasted for about six months. The fact I was traveling over to Hunstanton regular had become a bit of a chore. The novelty of staying over at the pub had soon worn off. Joanne was a nice lass, her family were great too. I got bored of being in that pub twenty-four hours a day. Because of Joanne’s work commitments, we had very little time together on our own. During our time together we’d only managed two full days out on our own, one at ‘Sheringham’ and the other at ‘Wells next the Sea’. It all became too boring and predictable, and on top of that, I was yearning to get back on the Gaff. It was time to say goodbye to Joanne and Hunstanton.

    The Gaff was like a drug. Once you’d worked on the Gaff, it was in your blood. Many had tried to give it up. Many had become too old and had tried to retire… but they would all return to the fair one way or an other. They all went back there in the end. Once the Fairground gets into your blood, you’re hooked for life. Even during my times in the bands, especially when I was at my peak with Southern Bound, there was still a yearning to be back on the Funfairs.

    Things were going from strength to strength with my new life on the Dodgems. Paul Hyman and his family were great to work for. They treated me like one of their own. I think they were shocked that myself and Joanne had split up. The first couple of seasons had gone very well for me, and the Hyman family too. For me working for the Hyman’s suited me well. For a start, I didn’t do any ‘build ups’ or ‘pull downs’. During the week I was painting artwork on bits and bobs of their Dodgems. Then at the weekends during the summer months I would turn up at the Gaff, enjoy myself on the Dodgems, then after closing I’d be in the beer tent having a few beers.

    After the Dodgem artwork was complete, Paul had bought himself a couple of old Foden lorries. Paul and his two sons, Alex and Peter had spent the winter months restoring the two vintage vehicles ready for some lettering to be done by me. They had resprayed the lorries a deep maroon colour. The first lorry that was ready, was going to carry the Dodgem Loads. Painting cabs on lorries had not been a problem to me, after all I’d painted the cabs on Bill’s two old Fodens and of course Jim whiting’s ‘Silly Sid’ lorry too, which was also a Foden. Painting the sides of a large lorry was going to be something completely different! I hope I didn’t need a maths O level! It wasn’t just the sides, the Luton and the back doors all needed lettering too. And to make maters worse, the sides had a ‘ribbed’ effect on them. So marking out and painting straight lines wasn’t going to be easy. I came up with a design that Paul approved of. Cream lettering with green block shading. I was using string and chalk to mark out the lettering. I would rub the chalk onto the string, attach the string into position, then pull back the string and then let it go. It was a bit like how an archer would draw his string back on his bow.

    I decided to mark out then paint one side of the lorry at a time. It had taken me ages to ‘mark out’. Up and down steps, rub some out, add more chalk, up and down the steps again and so on. My hands would often get cold and it would be difficult marking out on a freezing cold lorry.

    In between marking out and painting the two Fodens, Karen, Pauls wife, would keep me supplied with mugs of hot tea. Not only that… I would sit around the kitchen table with the Hyman family and have wonderful hot meals cooked by Karen.

    Before any paint was added to the lorries, I would key the surface, rough it up a bit, so that the paint would grip and not ‘fall off’ so to speak. Each letter had three coats of paint. It was very tedious. I don’t think folk realise the amount of time and effort that goes into painting these trucks. Eventually all the cream was complete. Then it was onto the bock shading. Same again three coats of green, then a darker green was added to create the 3D block effect. When all of that was eventually done… it was time to do the other side! Start all over again from scratch doing the same processes over and over again. But make no mistake, I was loving every minute of it After the front, back and the two sides were completed, the lettering on the cabs would be last job to do. In comparison they were fairly easy.

    After those two trucks had been finished lettering, they were my pride and joy and when they turned up on the Gaffs, the’d be photographed hundreds of times by fairground and truck enthusiasts alike. When I was out with the Dodgems, I felt immense pride inside every time those lorries were captured on a camera lens. All that time, effort and cold hands had been well worth it.

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    Pineapple Books are currently plagiarizing the stories in this thread to turn it into a 2084 best-seller.


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    Pineapple Books are currently plagiarizing the stories in this thread to turn it into a 2084 best-seller.


    Such a shame I won't be around to collect my royalties.


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