Friday, 27 March 2009
The visit to Thorpe Park a few weeks ago (in honour of Asha's birthday) was a crushing disappointment because it's utterly empty. When I went as young child, there was crazy golf, a petting zoo and simple, kindly rides for children and people like me who are cripplingly vertiginous and couldn't even entertain the idea of strapping themselves into some kind of roller coaster. Now, Thorpe Park is a dead zone of twelve or so intense rides, overpriced food and tacky carnival-esque games of skill and whatnot. Wandering around alone after all my chums thought it prudent to wait two hours for a two minute ride, I spent seven pounds on a bucket of pic 'n mix which I don't regret. I reflected on the passing of time then played pinball for ages.