Back in the 70’s horror films were a great late-night pastime for kids like me . Not officially, but nobody gave a shit what I was doing most of the time.

Everyone was getting involved. Or at least, that’s how it looked. There was a Cub Scout parade as part of it. Proper little march, uniforms, scarves, the lot. I wanted to be in it. Course I did. Every kid did. Only problem was, I wasn’t a Cub Scout.

I was nine. He was eighteen. We didn’t know each other… and my mum sent me to the fair with him anyway. The summer of ’76. Heatwave. Finsbury Park. And a ride where the floor disappears and you get stuck to the wall. Then a bloke walks in, tells everyone not to do something… and does it anyway. I’d never seen anything like it.