Dismaland

I went to Disneyland. I'm not proud of it, but I'm not ashamed either. And despite my best efforts I actually had fun. I used to have numerous blogs with numerous purposes yet without any porpoises, but, numerous nonetheless. Now I shall have this one with all my pictures imported from the others and, at the very least, one porpoise. And here it is....

Oh, right, the stories about dland. I went there really hungover and was quite sure I would end up spewing... so, figured the 'tower of terror' sounded like a good place to do it. My first 5minutes began with swirly lights in a claustraphobic room, then everyone sat down in an 'elevator' and started the upward journey. At that point I began looking for an descreet corner. Then the elevator stopped at the top floor. All I can say after that is; I learned when I am truly scared I scream like a little girl, and that adrenaline will cure even the worst hangover. As I walked out the exit discussing which person behind us could have possibly screamed at such a high pitch (me faking that the scream actually hurt my hangover headache) I felt 90% fine... even bought myself a goofy hat.