I'm getting too old for this sh*t.

'You're going to go crazy and ruin your career.'At my kids' new daycare they have a safety gate at the bottom of the stairs leading down from my son's classroom. The stairs are quite steep and there's safety netting up the sides, presenting the descendant with a narrow aperture between the gate, the ceiling and the sides, a bit like the exhaust port on the Death Star. This gap has been calling out to me every time I go down the stairs: 'Jump through me,' it seems to say. 'Go on, you can do it. It'll be great, and you'll look so cool.' I gave in today and managed to pull it off without event. It felt OK, but the thought that struck me as I walked away was what if someone had seen me through the window appearing out of nowhere: a scrawny bloke in falling apart shoes with grey in his beard, zooming down from nowhere and skipping gladly across the room. It's not very dignified and, what's more, I must accept the fact that one day I will try and pull something like this off and I will not look like an outsized rubbish member of the lost boys, I'll look like a idiot with a broken hip. 

Still, it was pretty awesome. I think I might try swinging through it tomorrow.