Thorpe Park

Yes, I spent my Bank Holiday weekend visiting a theme park with Andrew. Usually it all ends in tears and everywhere is so crowded you believe that the mere thought of leaving your bed was a bad idea.

Funnily enough, the road was pretty decent, and we even had to pass through roadworks (during which time we actually missed our turn-off) and it only took an hour to go 45 miles. Cool huh?

So we went on all the 5-star intensity rides and only did one kiddie-ride. Rides included Colloseus, the world's longest 10-loop rollercoaster (twice!) and the v cool Nemisis ride that was way better than the one at Alton Towers and only slightly better than the Vampire at Chessington. Oh and Tidal Wave which is a water ride where a boat goes up v high and then slides down so fast that everyone in the boat is drenched. And then, just to take it a step further, the water hits the roof of a bridge that is positioned just so when the boat floats underneath it, the water hits you again. You get hit by the water twice, as if the first time wasn't enough! There were a lot of people standing under the bridge roof just to get wet, and people taking photos of others deliberately standing in the way of the water wave.

I got home feeling really tired and actually ached rather. Chris, my baby bro, was full of beans on the other hand, still mega jazzed from the Reading Festival. He was part of the mud-slinging, urine-filled-bottle-throwing, banner-wielding, alcohol-fuelled mob that occupied a quagmire in Reading for four days and paid over £100 for the privilege.

And the rest of the family came home after spending a day in Whitstable and sitting in traffic on the A2.

I did good.