What was I saying? Oh yes, rollercoasters. I love ‘em. I mean what’s not to like? They’re a really safe way of scaring yourself half to death, and that’s good for living human beings in my worthless opinion. Jumping out of planes is a really stupid way of scaring yourself demented. Yes, I’m sure it’s very safe statistically, but I’ve always been a bit slapdash at packing, and if I make mistake or forget to put my lunchbox in my backpack, I just go hungry, not splat. I digress..
When we were younger (early twenties), we’d occasionally camp at Drayton Manor Park, which had (has?) a nice friendly quiet campsite. We’d while away Friday and Saturday night drinking listening to music (responsibly), and spend the daylight hours wandering around the grounds, looking at nature and generally feeling at one with the universe.
On Sunday mornings, we’d awake with hangovers from beer and general substance abuse, have a monstrous fried breakfast and wander down and ride the Shockwave rollercoaster, before the tourists arrived. If you managed not to throw up on the other passengers, the weekend was deemed to be a success for all. Especially the kids who’d just arrived to ride the ‘coaster.
The Shockwave was ok, but you have move elsewhere in Staffordshire, to Alton Towers, for my favourites, both now deceased. In the number two slot was The Black Hole, but my all time fave was The Thunderlooper. Seen here in 1991..
And a lovingly recreated ‘point of view’ computer simulation..