I've just returned from Eurodisney. If you've never been, it's quite something. If you have been, it's still quite something, but you'd know that already. If you haven't been but somebody has already told you it's quite something...but you get the idea. Music is piped out from so many hidden speakers it seems to be coming straight out of the skies, the rides are fantastic (and fantastically well organised) and, despite yourself, you'll discover you're grinning like a schoolboy while Donald Duck shakes your hand. My brother and I, both the wrong side of thirty, regressed magnificently - all the joys of being a kid again while still being able to get some beers in!

As a marketing tool it's unsurpassed. Peek beneath the surface and you'll see that everything about the place is about making money but, seriously, you don't care. And there is so much to do there. We had five days but I think even after a fortnight you'd have a list of things to do next time which you just didn't get around to. And although a great deal of the food on offer would send nutritionists reaching for an apple, you do so much walking that you really don't feel bad about it!

Particular moments of note - the outdoor ice rink, for which they didn't have standard hire skates to accommodate my brobdingnagian feet, and so I was lent a pair of proper ice hockey boots; and the Aerosmith Rock 'n' Roller-coaster. One heck of a ride with some groovy tunes to accompany the thrills.

Is it capitalism gone mad? Yes. Is it cheesy as hell? Yes. Were there massive queues for just about everything? Yes. Would I go back? Absolutely.