I am taking part in a strange experiment, somewhere along the lines of Big Brother, but with inexplicable overtones of the execrable skydiving film, Terminal Velocity. I, along with four people whom I recognise from my school days, are incarcerated in a cell in a prison, along with several other groups inside a big jail.
Some challenge, or vote, is set, and I lose. I have to sleep on a white towel. When the retrial comes round, I have to remain down there. Two weeks later, we emerge into a northern-English theme park. I note with despair the queue of people to try the ride from which I have just emerged, which is advertised as a log flume.
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