To know I'm still alive and I walk alone
What a Green Day!
Well it finally caught up with me and I ran out of Hufflepuff mid afternoon today. Having faced the Arctic Vortex conditions I then faced he who remains nameless and came off second best. The new Harry Potter ride uses new technologies to take you places you haven't been before....you ain't kiddin'. A wander through Hogwarts and then Dumblehead spouts some Potterism about living your dreams, so off I wander. As soon as I saw the contraptions we would be loaded into my heart skipped a beat as I was already feeling light headed.
The first 15 seconds were immense as you soared through the air, then the turbulence hit and my goblet of fire emptied quickly. I certainly didn't need any philosopher to tell me where this was going. As I was thrown all over the place I realised this was Defcon 1 and I was putting the ride at risk for the rest if the day or at least bringing a new 4th dimension to the ride. It seemed to go on forever and as we reached the end you normally get a star, Mars bar or other trinket for being a good boy. Not here....my reward a game of quiditch with Potter. This was the final straw and I gulped air held on for grim death without being hallowed and prayed I could hang on. At last we hit a shaky terra firma and my dear family could see all was not right.
Couldn't believe I heard a no-ager shriek ' mama a was flying' when a grown man was on his knees. I nodded farewell and sprinted towards the nearest restroom but before you could say Finite Incantartem it was time and I had not reached my destination. To the horror of those assembled I threw my head towards the nearest garbage can and let it all loose. Not a pretty site and American Customs banned me using any images. I then reckoned I could reach the restroom and stop this public humiliation on the way I knocked anything over in my way including young children and old grannies and would not be surprised if I am now on America' most wanted list.
Having pulled myself together I head back to the hotel myself and am sure I can hear Hagrid say 'you're a wizard 'arry and you're a plonker Bob'.
The rest of the party spend another 3 hours at the park and I am now the butterbeer of all their jokes.
PS late news seemingly the Beasley's created puking pastilles and it maybe that someone spiked my Dr Pepper with one of them....or maybe not.
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