For anyone hoping to enjoy the thrills of catching a yellow, rubber duck on a hook at the end of a long bamboo stick, the excitement of landing a ping-pong-ball in a glass jam-jar or the sheer, boundless joy of a slow-moving, gentle miniature railway ride....avoid Thorpe Park!
Looking to be catapulted at 80mph up a 210 foot, spindly track in 2 seconds? Seeking the enjoyment in hanging upside down whilst being hurtled around a twisting, turning, gut wrenching, bowel-moving ride narrowly missing a string of obstacles? Then tap 'Thorpe Park' in your sat navs final destination
Then there are those who go on these adrendaline sapping, heart-stopping rides alone without someone to hold their hand or needing a change of underwear once it's all over?
Why would you put yourself through such a terrifying ordeal? Ask my crazy daughter, who has more guts than I've had hot dinners, and I guess you'd get your answer.
I was more than happy to spectate and supervise the 'family-day-out-emergency-supply-bag'.
A great day was had by all yesterday, a thoroughly pleasant outing for all the family.