I was at Blackpool Pleasure Beach on Easter Sunday. I won’t ride The Big One any more, it’s the equivalent of being strapped to a shopping trolley and pushed down a hill. It’s harsh riding and – unforgivably – rather boring after the first drop.
There’s more to this than the winds. Because, last Sunday, my son and I were watching The Big One from the queue of Icon and the carriages kept stopping about 1/4 of the way up. And a member of staff appeared to be checking the restraints. It would stop for two minutes at a time. Trackside guy appeared to check everybody’s lap bar before letting the carriage continue.
