I took my mum to another town over the weekend, and for one reason or another, we found ourselves near the beach funfair. As we were getting out of the car to stock up on bacon rolls and cups of tea, she clocked the roller coaster in the fair, and declared we just had to go on it because she's never been on one, and neither have I. I'm not that into fair rides, in fact, the scare me, and I really didn't fancy the pretty ropey looking roller coaster. We went into the fair, and as we approached, it just got bigger and bigger. And bigger. And was making not very reassuring clunkey clickey noises. I told her I was having second thoughts, and the look of disappointment on her face was just too much. So we pressed on. Tokens bought, we climbed a set of stairs, and came out at the platform where you get on the train, and Oh FFS it's got a loop. I told her I really didn't think I could go through with it. So my nearly 70 year old, 5'2" mum told her 49 year old, 6'4", motorcycle ridng son that, yes, he did look a bit pale, and maybe she should come back some other time, maybe with her sister, and have a go. And I saw that there was me, my mum and a load of teenagers. I believe it was Oscar Wilde who mentioned a "greater kind of cowardice that inspires most heroic deeds", ie being more scared of being seen to bottle out than to go through with it. So I did it. And I screamed from start to finish. Because my mum dragged me on a roller coaster.