If you’re heading to Thorpe Park this season, do a five-minute search for a voucher. Check your kitchen cupboard, your newspaper pile, or your group chat. Dave learned the hard way—now he texts me before any trip to ask, “Got a code for me, legend?” (I usually do.)
It’s a small effort for a big payoff. And honestly? That feeling of walking past the ticket booth with a smug grin? Priceless. Even if the milkshake costs nine quid.
