ALL THE FUN OF THE FAIR

As soon as we disembarked from the boat (or de-boated, as he insisted on calling it) Wilson ran over to the Chair Lift station and jumped on to the first empty chair, once again not troubling to pull down the security bar.

Staring intently at his phone's screen, as soon as some signal bars appeared he texted The Bees telling them that IN NO CIRCUMSTANCES should Uncle Zoltan start taking down the ceiling.

Back on Terra Firma at the top of the ride, W (having safely 'de-chaired') surveyed the fairground, unable to decide what to do first…

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