Friday Night at the Fun Fair

Friday nights out are often loud, bright and tacky. Especially when spent at the fun fair. I'm not really a fan of rides - I made it onto one that night and spent most of it screaming 'I hate it, I think I might die' - but the atmosphere here was amazing. We went on the dodgems, confirming my fear that I should not learn to drive for another few years, and ate horrible greasy food to get the full experience. And as we went up on the ferris wheel, the fireworks started. (As did the rain). Perfect.