Legoland is Vegas4Kids and the concentration camp of our times

If Dante Alighieri had been born towards the end of the last century he would have added another circle of hell to his Inferno if he had ever descended into a British theme park.

I had the displeasure of doing so this week when my wife and I took our nine-year-old to Legoland. I can report there were no Beatrices in sight for Dante to write home about, only the corpulent flesh of overweight automatons, Boudiccan tattoos and the ghost of temporarily sober John Barleycorns. Continue reading