"Put down that wrench!"

I think that it may have been our age group, since the revamped Peter Pan's Playground (or whatever it calls itself now) just doesn't seem to have any of the faded charm that it had twenty years ago.

Talking to my friends in Southampton, their common equivalent memory seems to be the smell of poorly-cured fibreglass resin about the dinosaurs at Blackgang Chine on the Isle of Wight.