I would describe myself as slightly competitive.
Others may argue that I am completely underestimating my competitive nature. Surely no one actually likes losing, do they? Where is the old git going with this, I hear you ask. Well, if losing is the duvet, then failure must be the duvet cover.
I have a couple of confessions to make. I recently failed in two endeavours and have said nothing about them, but in my defence, neither was really my fault and I am here to fess up.Read More »
One left me speechless and needing to put my eyes back in my head, the other didn’t. Was it the van or being strapped to the top of a plane, 1000ft up and travelling at 150 miles an hour. Which is which?
I spent a lot of time worrying about my weight in the lead up to the flight. With a strict weight limit of 14 stone and me fluctuating at the 13.5 mark I was quite worried that I wouldn’t make the weight. I couldn’t imagine telling all those that had donated that I was too fat to fly. I pretty much stuck to the normal routine of regular exercise, portion size and what I was eating but the worry never went away. Even with a strict absence of treats, I still hovered around that weight.
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I needed and wanted to do something to capture the imagination. A sponsored walk, unless it was from John O Groats to Lands’ End in nothing but a purple G string, was never going to interest anyone. It had to be something different, something original, something most people had never done before.
It all really took off after the First World War. With thousands of aircraft lying idle and lots of highly trained pilots looking for work, it was a simple transition to pilots performing acrobatic displays at flying circus shows.
If you have kids, you have had that moment.
That moment when you put your full, bare-footed weight on that errant Lego brick that has just been lying there, silently waiting for you. The pain is instant, intense and swear worthy. It is guaranteed to send you into a one-legged involuntary jig. You rarely make that same mistake twice.
If little Jimmy or Sally or whoever took the step instead of you, rest assured you would soon hear all about it very quickly.
