As I walk towards the fairground site up on Hampstead Heath, the sounds and smells that fill the warm night air add to the atmosphere, and my ever-growing feeling of anxious excitement.
I love a fairground anyway, I'll always be a big kid at heart and you can't beat that thrill of adrenaline pumping through your veins as you ride some bone-rattling contraption that spins you silly and makes your stomach lurch in a not entirely unpleasant way.
The thought that some thumbless-carnie has thrown the thing up less than a few hours beforehand is enough to fill most people with dread, but that's never been an issue for me. It's almost like it adds a sense of danger.
Perhaps I'm not right in the head.
I mustn't be to come here in the first place, especially after Brett's treatment of me, and y
