A last minute ticket was offered for Banksy’s Dismaland this weekend so I snapped it up and began working on perfecting my grumpy face.

Unlike the unlucky revellers at the beginning of the week our gang was blessed with some lovely late summer weather making it an altogether less dismal experience.

The exhibition, come installation, come fairground has taken over the the derelict Tropicana on Weston’s sea front – where my Mum used to serve ice-creams back in its heyday.

I purposefully avoided too much of the media attention surrounding Dismaland before heading in to make sure I experienced it with fresh, wide eyes. So for fear of spoiling it for anyone else I’ll just sign off by saying look out for the next batch of tickets and start getting dismal.