Altogether delighted with the negative tone of this review... something I could do for a living, although I spin in either direction unlike the rides at Alton Towers that frequently don't spin at all.
Trustpilot is the go-to website for dependable reviews and originated as I recall in Holland, where they've an elevated view of what counts in society. Were it based in the US, you'd know that it had been bought out by a corporate and biased to their own ends in contrast.
Notable the fact that practically two-thirds of visitors rate the Towers 'one-star' tho' you have to balance that against the fact that most doing the reviewing will likely be sad bastards like me who are tired of life in general.
I have though down-rated Google's own reviews accessible via their maps, if only due the fact it is swamped by any number of posts, any number of which might be filed by people paid to do so by the corporates concerned and seemingly sustaining whole villages in the Punjab.
I recall reading a how-to guide to success that originated as they all do in the US, and it recommended among other advice being 'racket-free'. By this I think they meant don't go off on personal crusades like this one here, but then my view is that life is a lot more than success.
Mental-health issues among youth in particular ~ according to the companies trying to get them to work ~ stem from the fact that social media leads them to think that life is easy and the riches that will eventually make them happy are just around the corner.
But life is not like that, and most of us never will see success of any sort and then it's all over (he writes, enroute to a funeral, where it should perhaps be me doing the orating).
In fact Alton Towers I feel taught my son a lesson, and the lesson is that on entry it is all pastel shades, sunshine, and happy people going about their crime-free lives in a place that looks like the Truman Show and then the power fails and you realise it's all run by adults who are as dumb as you are, if not dumber, leading you to the conclusion that existence is a vale of sorrows... as religion has tried to tell us for millennia prior to Facebook.
I should be running the Towers. In place of the 'David Walliams' zone I'd have the 'Schopenhauer Experience' where the ride enters the magic mountain only to stop in the dark to ask the children whether, seriously, they were happy ever to have been born.
You'd then go to Guest Services, who'd pretend to refund your money and tell you to 'fuck off and never come back'.
I'd love it.
