And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson,
Jesus loves you more than you will know .. woah woah woah ..
God bless you please, Mrs. Robinson,
Heaven holds a place for those who pray ..
Jesus loves you more than you will know .. woah woah woah ..
God bless you please, Mrs. Robinson,
Heaven holds a place for those who pray ..
Oh man, a lot's happened in the past few days and I am righteously knackered. Monday heralded a potentially worrying yet still humblingly blissful realisation: I am but a child at heart. It saw me returning into the fray of primary school as I rekindled my role as a classroom assistant for hire. Once again though, in-keeping with a rising tradition of 'Max signs up for all the right days', we went to the Legoland Discovery Centre in Manchester.
I imagine that very few readers will be aware that I used to bum lego like a plastic religious deity, and that our arrival at the centre found me suppressing urges to push aside 7 year old schoolkids and make a break for one of those little plastic construction tables.
The day was marketed as 'educational' which in real terms was a bit like listing Dachau as a Butlins holiday centre. No, the day was purely fun, with one of those big play areas with tunnels and net walls and slides and shit, and a section for building lego racers and racing them, and bits for building very tall towers and destroying them. There was also a ride where you hit CG lego targets with little laser guns from a little moving cart. I'm a modest person, but seriously, I fucking thrashed those kids at it. Top kids score? Shading 2000. Max's score? Powering ahead with 9000+. YES.
I imagine that very few readers will be aware that I used to bum lego like a plastic religious deity, and that our arrival at the centre found me suppressing urges to push aside 7 year old schoolkids and make a break for one of those little plastic construction tables.
The day was marketed as 'educational' which in real terms was a bit like listing Dachau as a Butlins holiday centre. No, the day was purely fun, with one of those big play areas with tunnels and net walls and slides and shit, and a section for building lego racers and racing them, and bits for building very tall towers and destroying them. There was also a ride where you hit CG lego targets with little laser guns from a little moving cart. I'm a modest person, but seriously, I fucking thrashed those kids at it. Top kids score? Shading 2000. Max's score? Powering ahead with 9000+. YES.
Our fucking rubbish internet and the silly flashy website means that I can't give you a picture, so start with this picture and build up your own vision.
In short, it was pretty epic. I ran around like a big kid and built stuff and bought a lego keyring (Shamelessly, may I add; Lego stormtrooper motherfucker!) and generally had fun times whilst trying to be an adult and sensible and things. Oh, and if you happen to be the bloke who played 'the professor' in that psychedelic Willy-Wonka-esque factory section, then mate, that was just odd. What the hell was your PhD in?
