The prizes on Funhouse were the sort of things you would make friends with a loner kid just so you could use them: Gameboys, water guns, go karts, horses..the lot. How the illusion is broken now that we realise that the keeper of the goodies, Pat Sharp, looked like an utter knob with his humongous mullet and the two blonde twins (who we were told, and accepted, were 'pretty ladies') probably were the only twins in the whole of Dagenham not pregnant with David Essex's babies. They were actually fairsome skank. Twas a whole lotta fun though, prizes there were to be won and, yea, in order to win the game, both the body and brain were necessary tools.
Review of Fun House
