Stepping onto the platform and easing themselves into their seats apprehension was etched on their faces. Music beating out a reconfigured 1960s song with a tedious uniformed beat blended perfectly with the whirling scent of fried foods, sugar laced candy floss, diesel engine. The petulant tantrums of the never ending wants of children fought for attention over the screaming seagulls seeking profit from discarded food, whilst the arcade games beckoned another loser. They sat easing their tensions with bursts of laughter until the operator relieved them of their tokens and secured their safety harness. A loud horn signalled and the ride started and for the next 5 minutes nothing else really mattered. Portsmouth Fayre.