The recent issue of showies in the Showfield has generated some debate on this Gurn page here. It has also inspired one of our regular readers to write the following piece:
"As a resident down at the Links for approximately 35 years I feel justified to point out what it means to live in this area for a fortnight before the Games with the showies, until late on Monday afternoon after them. Yes its true, at times we all have a moan about it.
Yes, we put up with the continuous noise and the thump thump of loud music, interspersed with the loudspeakers of showmen, trying to drum up more business. The smells from the fish and chip vans and burger stalls and the sweet smell of the candy floss, diesel fumes, generator noise, litter everywhere (but tidied up each morning), no parking outside our homes in the afternoons or evenings, and when the showies close or overrun their 11pm stopping time, the generators keep running and not too many of us can sleep some nights as the noise continues well into the wee small hours until we drop off.
Games night is something else, the minute the showies close look out, the clanging and banging starts and will go on to the early morning, hopefully some sleep when they get everything tied down, but no, the wagons start to move out.
It continues throughout Sunday until late on Monday afternoon when we look across at diesel spills, deep ruts of mud where wagons have got stuck, all sorts of colours of grass and overflowing bins. Now we wait for the tech. boys and gardening staff to work their magic.
But do you know something; we would not have it any other way. We sigh with relief another year has past, but on the whole everyone has had a good time. This is part and parcel of the way of life which we accept down here at the Links and has been for many generations, roll on August !!!!!!"