Talking of ‘windy upskirts’ a reader has emailed me with some memories and some pictures too:
When growing up I used to go to the Tivoli Gardens in Copenhagen once or twice a year, and the thing I loved the most wasn’t all the carousels and stuff, it was standing outside the ghost train where wind blew up the skirts and dresses of girls and women. Some of them knew about it, but others were completely surprised and – boy, oh boy! – I loved seeing their underwear.
In the US, Coney Island is not only a beach for New Yorkers who can’t afford the Hamptons but is also an amusement park. Like so many others they had this thing blowing air from underneath lifting women’s skirts and dresses as they exited from the ghost train. But they also had an added attraction: two dwarves armed with wooden paddles who ran up to the women and gave their bottoms a fearful whack while their skirts or dresses were up!