How an experience on a funfair ride gave screenwriter John Rogers the chance to tenderly express his love to his wife:

It’s always a matter of debate, what was the most humiliating moment of my meltdown. I hold that it was when I screamed “I DON’T WANT TO DIE LISTENING TO MADONNA!” Lovely Wife prefers the bit where, legitimately concerned at my terror, she yelled “Hold my hand!”

At the prospect of loosening my white-knuckled grip from the safety bar, I screamed back at her, straight into her face: “FUCK YOU! YOU HOLD MY HAND!”