I'm Just Like Indiana Jones

I am going on a little adventure tonight. After this afternoons Bath City game, I will be leaving Bath and driving up to Staffordshire with Mr. Watkins. While there, we will spend a night on a campsite, before visiting Alton Towers on Tuesday morning.

Mr. Watkins had a very hard job persuading me to agree to this. I am not a big fan of camping, especially campsites. I generally associate them with trailer-trash, and expect to find the likes of Eminem living there; writing rap tunes in between fighting with his alcoholic father and abusive mother. Still, it's only one night, and I will hopefully have a good time (at least, I'm trying to convince myself of this!)

Tuesday should be interesting as I have also not been to Alton Towers before. I know this is rather sad and probably makes me the only person over 6 months old, and younger than 80 years not to have gone. Again, I have my own vision of the place... queues and queues of school children and fat families, hundreds upon hundreds of dodgy fast food outlets, and lots of rides surrounded by pools of regurgitated dodgy fast food.

Even though I sound like a miserable cunt, I am still looking forward to it. I will be bringing my camera, and unless it gets stolen by a carny at the campsite, or smashed into a million pieces on a roller-coaster, I'll take and upload lots of photos.