I realise that this bears absolutely no significance whatsoever to anybody but myself. But it's so significant to me that I just have to talk about it. Me and my 6 year old son (Ewan) have just today got back from our second holiday at Disneyland Paris. Anyway, I had quite high expectations of Disneyland because it was always something of a dream of mine when I was a young 'un, and when you put something up on a pedestal like that it can have a dissapointing effect when you actually get to experience it for real. I have to say though, that this was most definately not the case here. It was everything I expected it to be and a hell of a lot more. If you ever want to feel like you did on Christmas eve when you were a child (or whatever your buzz was when young) then I can't recommend it enough. I have a friend who tends to advise against holidays which (apparently) lack culture; suggesting holidays with historic significance are the way to go (the pyramids in Egypt/ the architecture in Italy/ the wildlife in Australia etc.) but I can honestly say that inspite of its childish connotations, Disneyland is an absolute genious work of art. PS. There was an F430 in the airport - it was the prize in a raffle... terrific... better than tits.