(Apologies to Simon and Garfunkel)Obviously, the big event of the week in Nottingham is the return of Goose Fair. I've not been yet, so I'll refrain from making comments about how rubbish it is/not as mint as it used to be/the extortionate price of the peas until I do.
Until then, may I direct your attention to a series of pieces I wrote for LeftLion a few years ago about the things which made Gooseh such a brilliant thing;
Intro
Mousetown
A relic from the days when looking at rodents in a glass tank was the height of culture and sophistication in Notts
Elvis Mirrors
The King lives. On student bedsit walls, in charity shops and in your Auntie's attic
Scream If You Want To Go Faster Man
A tale of dreams denied and hopes a-crushed, set to a soundtrack of Racey and Gary Glitter
Saddam Assassin
KILL THE BASTARD!
The Snake Woman of Bombay
The erotic splendour of a bored secretary from Bulwell earning a bit of Xmas money by pissing about with a snake
The Giant From Scotland
He could step over a Mini, you know
Gordon the Gnome
He could walk under a Mini. Alright, maybe he couldn't
The Boxing Booth
Old-school fist-on-face action, watched by deranged old dear with a brolly
Goldfish
The ultimate prize. Until they died the next morning.
Dads with faces like smacked arses
Goosey-hating Enemies of the People
Outdoor Bingo
The Sport of Mams
Mouth-pursing warnings of Apocalypse by the Cakewalk
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