I’m just back from a holiday down south, a large proportion of which was spent visiting theme parks.
My double life as a thrill-seeker first began more than a decade a go when I visited Florida with friends.
Initially sceptical about all things Disney, I was won over from the moment I entered the Magic Kingdom and now enjoy nothing more than getting flung from side to side and upside down on a rollercoaster.
Now with a child in tow, America is off limits just now – both the cost and a nine-hour plane journey with a five-year-old proving prohibitive.
However, Britain boasts some great theme parks of its own and, with Calum a big fan of Thomas the Tank Engine, Drayton Manor in Staffordshire is a big draw.
For those of you not in the know, it hosts Thomas Land (well worth a visit) and the self-proclaimed biggest Thomas shop in the world (best avoided if you don’t want to part with a small fortune).
It’s all great fun – with plenty of attractions for adults as well – but it’s just not Florida.
Yes, the rides are great and the weather when we visited was all we could have hoped for, but there was no huge smile or cheesy ‘‘Have a great day!’’ from any of the workers.