An evening at the Carter Steam Fair

Note: I meant to post this last night, but I had a video chat and then was too tired to upload…

Bright lights, fresh chips and teenagers looking more stressed than stock brokers… it’s the Carter Steam Fair in Holyport! Why were the teens so stressed? Because clearly the place to be seen tonight was at the fair. Girls barely past playing with dolls were costumed in their best slut-wear and heavy eyeliner. Boys were mostly in sports gear and trainers. Chavs night out, to the extreme. Beyond them, there were plenty of families and children around, but the meat-market for the recently pubescent accounted for a healthy percentage of the crowd.

UncontrollablePenny arcade machines were perhaps the highlight of the evening and I lost many a shiny horsehead token in the slot machines and peepshow viewers. I seemed to do well with several steel marble-type games and Neil and I faced off with a sort of one-man hockey foos-ball challenge.

Two rides were indulged in: the carousel and ‘The Octopus.’ It’s been over an hour since we left the Carter Steam Fair and I have yet to still my churning guts after that second one… Evil carnival ride. Wonderful, evil carnival ride… (In hindsight, I believe the chips should’ve come after the slosh-o-rama.)

Recapping: fresh chips (fries) were delicious, the carousel is always a favourite for me, the self-important chavs made us giggle, the steam engines powering the the rides were fascinating, penny arcades are still loads of fun, and The Octopus is to be avoided at all cost… unless you like feeling queasy for several hours after you step out of the thing.
Hope you enjoy my photos from the evening!

Note April 30 2007: I noticed the layout of this post went pretty wonky and so that’s why it’s updated.

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11 thoughts on “An evening at the Carter Steam Fair”

  1. First of all, you look beautiful as always.

    I’ve always noticed that a minimum of a 100,000 teenagers must be present at any gathering that has faire, fair, or other similar word in it. Just a few weeks ago the family and I went to The Taste of Colorado which I assumed would be filled with adults sampling the various foods of Colorado–I was wrong. Somewhere there was a hidden fair, I just couldn’t find it.

    Carousels are always fun, even as an adult. I won’t ride on the horses, the kids will, they always have a great time! Now, what is a “chav(s)?”

  2. Ah… chav.

    Google it for serious amusement. (In brief, they’re kind of like the trashy hip-hop kids in the US. Here they typically have a bag of chips or crisps and a cell phone attached to them. And boys wear a cubic zirconia stud earring that could be mistaken for a disco globe. Use of proper English is strictly prohibited as a chav. Teen pregnancy, on the other hand, is expected.)

    I just did a quick Google image search and clicked on a * cough * cute couple… the attached article from the register sums it up beautifully.

  3. OMG, they look hideous. I cannot believe people would actually dress like that and go out in public. Additionally, I went a little further into chavscum, amazing … and, as we all know, just like in America, the trendier, the more pregnant! πŸ™‚

    Thanks Jen, appreciate the info.

  4. Hmmm. Your tone is difficult to decipher from that remark, John. Perhaps it’s best I don’t know what you’re implying.


  5. You can’t judge books by their covers.
    Now that I am feeling so pedantic, make sure you wash behind your ears and eat plenty of garlic.

    And, above all, don’t talk to strangers.

  6. Well, agreed, you can’t judge a book by it’s cover- however in a country with an appallingly high teen pregnancy rate and one of the highest for STDs, dressing like pop stars and showing off more cleavage than an exotic dancer, doesn’t promote an image of innocence. I too was a teenage girl once, but in the 80s it was making sure the tears in your acid wash jeans showed a bit of thigh or butt cheek… It seems now that girls are not being told ‘no’ by parents when they want to wear a bikini top and a mini shawl to the fall fair. It’s a sad case for parenting and common sense alike.
    * sigh * Perhaps I’m sounding old, but I can’t help but to think the worst for these girls. Maybe if they were dressing a bit more sensibly and with more self-respect, then the cover would better allude to what lies inside the pages.

  7. “And, above all, donβ€šΓ„ΓΆ?Γ‘?Β₯t talk to strangers.”

    Wait… if I did that, I’d have no use for a blog! πŸ˜‰

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