I work at Thorpe Park by the way

Since it's almost over and the season rushes to an end, now may be a good time to say if you ever get sad that I'm crap at my blog, and feel the need to hear my beautiful words, come on down to the Park of Thorpe, and as I'm pushing down that bar on The Flying Fish, or waving you off as you go whizzing down Nemesis inferno...

Just remember: this is my full time job, and I've a very short temper

Something something, butterballs.