There is something special about the British. We love to queue. We love to complain. If we can find someone to complain to whilst we are in a queue, then we are happy in the depths of our despair.
I have just come back from Thorpe Park and can't help but think that ŵe have got theme parks wrong. I have been to Disneyland Florida and Paris and was pleased by the experiences of both. hose damned Americans know what a queue should be about. Even Universal studios in Florida have go it right. Make the queue part of the ride. Watch a different video as you pass each section, getting closer and closer to the ride that will probably last the same time as one of the videos that you have just watched.
Keep the audience interest up, heighten the sense of awareness. Thorpe Park? No. Just a big sign that tells you how long you have to queue for. Do I really want to wait 70 minutes for a ride? No. Disneyland have got this down to a T.
Do I want to go and pay to fast track a ride. I'm sorry. You want people to pay for the right to use the rides and the charge them more if they don't want to queue because you are so greedy that you have more people in your park than you can handle? Lets face I, some rides can only handle a few people at a time but just how greedy can a theme park get?
Look. You have just paid for the worlds finest hooker. She can do things that you can only dream of. What! You want to actually touch her, ah that will be extra sir.
Since when did Ryanair philosophy become the gold standard that everything comes extra?
OK. So I am just a grumpy old man, nothing new there then. The kids all appeared to have fun, especially the ones on our coach considering my team managed to sing, rap and dance their way so far along the M25 and M11 that the kids who were at deaths door with sick bags in hand forgot how to throw up.
How many rides did the kids actually have? If you take the length of a ride....you could probably manage 4 an hour, for 5 hours....did you make 20 rides? Probably not so did you have good value for money?
At least the kids were happy.
Although it is days like these that make me question who I am, what I value and what I want out of life.
Even the service was slow. How long does it take a person to sort out an order of one beer on a slow day at the bar? Answer, too long. Grumble, Grumble.
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