It’s 1999 and the fair is in town. Us Passeri kids can barely contain our excitement. Hot dogs, rides, and personalised hair bands. We’ve got weird names – you couldn’t buy an Ilaria hair band in the shops then.
This day ends well. We won a Goldfish and named him Hitler. He had a little dark mark above his lip, hence the imaginative name. We won him on one of those stalls where you win a prize every time. My Mum wasn’t silly, she knew us kids well. We had/have no coordination and we’re deeply sensitive. Anything that required even limited skill was out of the question.
My Mum guided us over to a stall ran by a bloke who had aged horrifically due to a lifetime of cigarettes and regret. He had a tattooed face, too many piercings to count and an odour that could strip wall paper.
He handed my brother three darts and said in a gruff voice ‘Throw them at the dart board lad.’
‘’You might want to stand well out the way” my Mum said to the fair man in her Scottish accent. It was more of a warning than anything else. She knew what would happen. It’s partly the reason I have crooked teeth, but that’s for another story.
‘It’ll be all right’ he said, naively.
My brother threw the first dart.
The bloke running the stall lost the last remaining drop of colour in his already grey face.
The first dart went straight through a teddy bear’s face, the second dart pierced through the man’s discoloured canvas shoes and the third, well, the third one was ripped out of Adriano’s hands and replaced with a goldfish in a bag and the direct instructions to leave and never return.
After that ordeal we ran over to the Waltzers. My sister and I loved this ride the most.
My Mum used to say to us that the way the fair worked was that you walked around and looked at the rides and could only go on one thing. She saved a fortune. This particular year we all decided on the Waltzers. My sister and I thought we were extra tough and said the lad working the ride could ‘spin us around as much as he can, we’re well hard’. He really turned that comment into a challenge. Biggest mistake of our lives. About 20 seconds in and we were crying and begging him to stop the ride. I remember at one point shouting ‘Please, I’ll give you my Christmas presents’. It didn’t work…he obviously wasn’t a fan of glitter pens and fluffy slippers.
My bargaining abilities improved a few years later when I grew boobs.
We staggered off the ride soaked in tears, nauseous and shouting about taking the man to court. ‘You’re a horrible man’ we said loudly. My mum was in hysterics and had no sympathy for us. She just said ‘Right kids, you’ve spent your pound. Let’s take Hitler home’ . Which must be the weirdest phrase ever.
Adriano spent the whole bus journey swinging the fish around, so poor little Hitler was bouncing off the sides of his plastic bag. He must have been terrified about coming to live with the Passeris
So that’s how we got Hitler the goldfish.
He survived a long time considering his background. If you read my blog post Dead Pets, then you’ll know that the Passeris shouldn’t have pets and can probably work out what happened. He died. We woke up and found him in his bowl not having fun. We got over it very quickly – not to sound cruel but he was a sodding goldfish. A psychopath’s pet, that’s a fact by the way. I read it in the Metro on the bus so it must be true.
Years later we were all having a family dinner and my little sister said “It’s a shame Hitler died”
My brother chipped in and said very earnestly “Well he wasn’t a very nice person.”
Bit of an understatement.
I then went on to say that “I don’t care how much he was bullied, how little pocket money he recieved or how crap his hair was, nothing is a good enough excuse to be that much of a twat.” –
My sister interrupted a little too late and said she meant the goldfish.
Explaining this to the people we had over for dinner took longer than anticipated.
2 thoughts on “Hitler the Goldfish”
Wonderful words sharing hilarious fun. Beautiful.
Thanks Ilaria (or should I call you Mi’Lady)?
Very best wishes to you
Simon! Lovely to hear from you. Thank you so much. RIP little Hitler. I was hoping to come to the creative actor but my friends wedding is in the middle of it. Selfish. I’ll definitely be back though x