Thorpe Park

Last Weekend Shelley and I visited Thorpe Park with some of her friends from work. (Or, more accurately, I gate-crashed one of her work social events.)

I was not expecting to have a whole lot of fun, as I am rarely amused by amusement parks, and I don't usually mix well with rides, but this turned out to be a hoot.

The day got off to a poor start, with heavy rain falling for the first hour and a half. Having failed miserably in the umbrella-bringing department, we found ourselves in a cornered market for ponchos (long-time fans, first-time buyers). We could not justify buying two ponchos at 5 GBP a pop, so we decided to make-do with one. The result - a pantomime camel, which was actually a whole lot more fun (apart from having to co-ordinate our steps with military-styled chants).

Now, I have spent the better part of my life being scared of theme park rides; however, once I got over the sickening spectacle of the first ride (Saw), I don't think I closed my eyes for the rest of the day, which is saying a lot for this big girl.

The day took another turn for the worse when I decided to partake in KFC, donuts and coffee before jumping on a ride that just would not stop swinging me up and down in the air. Milk was a poor choice.

I really like these spinning-tube-on-river-rapid rides, because for some reason (perhaps it's because I am the chosen one) it's never me who gets wet. This time is was Dennis (pictured), who chose to sit in the seat that went under a waterfall in a darkened cavern.


Again, milk was a poor choice.