Erta - and the Chicken Man (and no, that's not a bunch of posing pseudo-musicians from the 80's)
The Poulet Roti opposite the old Champagne Cork Bar was the absolute bollox when a beer-sponge was required.
I sort of felt guilty about Erta. I'm not sure what compelled me to stand and gorp at her - I was reduced to an hysterical wreck when one of my buddies offered her some of his chips, however.
Alphonse, the take-on all-comers pugilist was a right laugh too - as was the balloon shooting with snub-nose .38 Specials (with live ammo) in the fairground. Health and Safety, you f*ckin' what?