Here Comes the Fun

<p>ARE YOU GETTING ENOUGH?<br>Ben Aitken wasn't. Increasingly flat and decreasingly zen he knew that something had to change. So he joined a lawn bowls club. About a week later he continued his assault on the doldrums by taking a cheerleading class. Then - with an almost entirely reformed selfhood winking appealingly on the horizon- he went cold-water swimming and was back to square one.<br>Despite the inevitable setbacks and missteps it was becoming clear to Aitken that the very pursuit of fun was a great route to feeling less naff. And so he made a vow to go after the f-stuff with as much gusto as he could muster. (Starting with the crossword.) <br><br>Over the next year he filled his calendar with a plethora of potentially pleasurable pursuits. He did things he'd never done before but reckoned could be fun (a pilgrimage in Spain afternoon bingo); things whose fun-factor was less obvious and more down-to-earth (volunteering in a charity shop sitting on a bench); and things he wasn't at all sure about but were fun according to other people (improv wakeboarding learning Welsh).<br><br>Although the results were mixed the author's year of making merry left him feeling undoubtedly ... better. Which invites the question: if fun is such a reliable mood-swinger shouldn't we be having more of it?</p>