Our friend Johnathan managed to find a special deal on lastminute.com for a night in the Alton Towers hotel for a tenner. Six of us went for the night and the waterpark the next day.
It was a bit weird being whisked off after work by Katie and driven to a theme park hotel replete with gigantic hot air balloon ship sculpture in the lobby, but I took it in my stride. For the evening meal I decided to avoid the “Roast leg of duck” (visions of webbed feet floating in hoisin sauce put me off). The waitress offered to charge our bill to one of the corporate conferences, but we declined.
The waterpark was fun, especially if you forget you’re 30 and act like an eight year old (I’d been advised of this tactic by a friend who’d gone for a hen night).