Handprint on window. We lined up for ages in the cold, not really knowing what was at the end of the queue. This particular room was fairly uninspiring. We were told that some-one's mum had been in and had really enjoyed it. No accounting for taste - cos it actually did taste. Not a good place for an asthmatic, I thought. They had dry-ice creating the fog, with smell infused into the resulting fog - presumably essential oils. I'm not usually bothered, but the taste caught in the back of my throat and made me cough. Apart from that, it was like being in a room of very thick fog, which is not all that inspiring: as a kid, we had to dash through thick fog (called a Bridgewater Jerry) on the pathway from the main road up to the high school. The other shows, for example the light shows up the road, and the flame organ, were much more enthralling