How many times have you been mid-stunt and thought to yourself ?this is going to end badly?" I asked that question to a group of friends the other day, and they all gave me the same answer. They said ?never,? and looked at me with a puzzled expression. So it?s just me then" And come to think of it, that makes a lot of sense. Because most of my mates haven?t spent anywhere near as much time in hospital as me. Or hobbling around the house in pain. Or bleeding from the face. Because unfortunately, I can?t help showing off. And most of the time, I end up paying the price.

Bucket list

My showing off career started at an early age. In fact some of my first memories are of me showing off. One such time is when I would have been about three or four years old. I can remember riding around the garden on my old PW50 as fast as I could. That was a fairly regular thing at the time, it was my favourite pass-time. But on this one occasion, a friend of mine was there, so I thought I would impress them by carrying a bucket round with me, whilst I flew round the garden like a streak of lightening.
And I?m fairly sure they were impressed, right up until I fired myself into a tree at full chat. The bike was fine, but thanks to my not wearing a properly fitting helmet, my face wasn?t. There was no lasting damage, but there was a lot of blood, a few big holes in my cheeks and a couple of milk teeth gone for good. If I had a pound for every time someone told me that?s t...