In Manchester there was a reverse bungee at Parr’s Wood entertainment and themed vomit fun-plex. Apparently it was the largest such bungee in Europe.

From the road, it looked like a giant catapault. £15 for certain death. At least, it would have been if I’d had a go. The cage would undoubtedly have come uncoupled, and I would have been catapaulted out into orbit, before re-entering the atmosphere as a burning sphere that would take out the post office in Glossop.

Because of my concern for the safety of others, and the pension collection needs of a local town, I didn’t have a ride.