The one-and-only time I went on a fairground ride — something involving cups that spun around and went high into the air — it took me several hours to physically recover from the shock to my delicate system. I was aged 14, or possibly 15, and I've been scarred for life: you could never pay me enough money to get on another one.
When we went on a daytrip to Clacton-on-Sea recently I was mesmirised watching this ride, which swings backwards and forwards until it has made enough momentum to swing in a 360-degree arc. Meanwhile, the seats spin — and everyone sitting in them screams!
Why do people do this to themselves?