When was the last time you went on a rollercoaster? A real one, not a metaphorical one.
Today, after the best part of ten years, I went to a theme park. A classic theme park with dozens of rides, including rapids, log flumes and spinning tea-cups. (The tea-cups have been replaced with “gunpowder barrels”, mind).
Simple pleasures abound. Genuinely palpitating moments before the vertical drop, a refreshing misty spray, human woo-ing and laughter.
I thoroughly rate putting a day aside in the next few weeks to spend in the sun, laughing at the fact you haven’t died yet. It’s beautiful.
In this hermetically-sealed zone for childish activity, there is also the willful justification for fast food and slush puppies.
 The abortive, costly mulled wine haze of Copenhagen’s Tivoli doesn’t count.