[QUOTE]I would just like to say my brother David was no idiot we found out after his death he had passed the 11 plus. Not a day passes without thinking about him he may have acted foolishly at the age of ten he had watched his Mother suffer with cancer for six months, then two weeks to the day of her death he was killed. He was taken to Southport against our families wishes by well meaning people who wanted to take his mind of his Mothers Death. That was 35 years ago but still feels like yesterday.
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Originally Posted by Sinbaddylad

I've often thought about this incident, and never remembered the details of the boy. I was 8, my brother was 17 and we were sitting on the back row of the last carriage. We had just paid for the "extra" go around which you could do in those days. The lads had done the same thing, he had been an idiot on the first go around. It all happened very quickly, but it is all still very clear in my mind. We were interviewed by the local press and I had to stand up and tell the school assembly a few days later. At the time it was weird, almost an achievement of seeing something so gruesome, I was 8 after all. It's never put me off the coasters though. But always think of that day whenever I'm on the old wooden ones. RIP.

Originally Posted by chrisheretic

The peter Pan death could have been a boy called Paul Harvey,
I think it was in about 1964, but I thought he was thrown from the spinning teacup ride?
His father Dickie was the bar steward at the Bath street Con club for many years while his mother worked in what I suppose would now be called customer service at the Ribble Bus Station on lord street.

Paul Harvey was hit by a swing, Im unsure where this happened so it could of been at Peter Pans I don't know

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I would just like to say my brother David was no idiot we found out after his death he had passed the 11 plus. Not a day passes without thinking about him he may have acted foolishly at the age of ten he had watched his Mother suffer with cancer for six months, then two weeks to the day of her death he was killed. He was taken to Southport against our families wishes by well meaning people who wanted to take his mind of his Mothers Death. That was 35 years ago but still feels like yesterday.
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Just want to say sorry for your loss and apologise for any offence. Nobody should have to watch their family decimated by tragedy in the way you have. Although it was some considerable time ago and I was a child at the time it happened, please accept my sincerest condolences.

the accident on the grand national ride in Blackpool this week sounds very similar to this

Originally Posted by MICK/GILLY

I was there by the fun house that day, I remember the smell was bad, I was about fourteen and someone told me the bad smell was his insides.

You're right, I was much closer. It was horrible. I know this is a very old thread. I was fifteen at the time, in my second season working for Blackpool Pleasure Beach (they sacked me both years when I failed to produce a NI number as things wound down towards the end of the season). I remember the day as though it was yesterday. I never knew how old the boy was, I knew he was from Liverpool.

Some of the details on the thread are true. I'd been working on the gokarts just outside the Cyclone before the accident happened, and was walking back through underneath the ride as the carriage came to a stop, in the last dip (the second dip mentioned)before it re-entered the main building. We were initially tasked with looking for anyone who may have fallen from the ride. I won't go into details but that wasn't a pleasant task. At that point there were quite a few of us searching underneath the Cyclone.

After a while searching, we were told to join other workers, as the crowd outside had swelled to the point where the ambulance was struggling to get through. With, if I remember rightly, a few police officers we almost had to fight to clear a path through a crowd that must have numbered a thousand or more.

We talked about it a little amongst ourselves, in the days afterwards, but other than that we just had to get on and deal with it.

I suspect nowadays it would be handled very differently.

If any family or friends of the boy that died are reading this please understand my thoughts are always with you, we were just bystanders.

Originally Posted by MICK/GILLY

I was there by the fun house that day, I remember the smell was bad, I was about fourteen and someone told me the bad smell was his insides.

You're right, but I was much closer. It was horrible. I know this is a very old thread. I was fifteen at the time, in my second season working for Blackpool Pleasure Beach (they sacked me both years when I failed to produce a NI number as things wound down towards the end of the season). I remember the day as though it was yesterday. I never knew how old the boy was, I knew he was from Liverpool.

Some of the details on the thread are true. I'd been working on the gokarts just outside the Cyclone before the accident happened, and was walking back through underneath the ride as the carriage came to a stop, in the last dip (the second dip mentioned, he'd fallen some distance further back)before it re-entered the main building. We were initially tasked with looking for anyone who may have fallen from the ride. I won't go into details but that wasn't a pleasant task. At that point there were quite a few of us searching underneath the Cyclone.

After a while searching, we were told to join other workers, as the crowd outside had swelled to the point where the ambulance was struggling to get through. With, if I remember rightly, a few police officers we almost had to fight to clear a path through a crowd that must have numbered a thousand or more.

We talked about it a little amongst ourselves, in the days afterwards, but other than that we just had to get on and deal with it.

I suspect nowadays it would be handled very differently.

If any family or friends of the boy that died are reading this please understand my thoughts are always with you, we were just bystanders.