You are all probably very well aware that I love Alton Towers. It’s one of my favourite places to visit and I often travel every few weeks (season pass… aaah).
Unfortunately on this visit I misjudged the school holidays and Gaz and I ended up in a theme park full of brats! (admittedly, most of them are actually totally fine, but there’s always the odd few who make you want to get stabby).
Yesterday’s particular brat was quite merrily walking down the side of the queue line of Nemesis to join her mates who were about half way down. I stopped them passing me and explained that if they wanted to join their friends then their friends would have to come back to them.
Explaining the concept of queue jumping to someone in their teens should NOT be something anyone in England should have to do. Indeed, had I tried such a trick when I was that age I would have been fetching my head from the other side of the park as I’d have had it knocked off, and we’d have certainly been on our way home 10 minutes later (not a warning, I was brought up to understand right and wrong and punishment DID once include turning round and going home).
We won’t go in July again; next year our last trip will be mid June. I don’t relish 30 to 45 minute queues; although they are more enjoyable with friends. Especially a “Wollercoaster Fwiend” like Gaz.