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[robinbloke]

At the moment my lifestyle, although busy and hectic, has all the organisation of a gaggle of gothic cats. Which is to say none unless you wave catnip flavoured alcohol in front of their noses, at which point you get mobbed in a fury of eyeliner and furballs.
This year has been a good year for music however and entertainment in general, I'm thinking what I want to do next year (as this year's summer is effectively gone already for organisation purposes) and definate items include.
* Hurling myself out of an aircraft
* Flinging myself off of a hilltop
* Go to more gigs
* Blast a pile of hapless targets
* Update/Create new website
* Do something towards that damn book I keep meaning to do.

More pending, but these are definates. I'm hoping to get the last one sorted out this year anyway...

Comments

[scy11a.livejournal.com]

Don't do it unless it's tandem. Take it from me - never, ever, ever use your own legs as the undercarriage : )

[robinbloke.livejournal.com]

Not good for the legs then?

[scy11a.livejournal.com]

This extract from a hang-gliding newsgroup is typical and applies to parachuting as well:

I'm recovering from an accident at the moment. I got a little close to a Norfolk Pine-tree, a wingtip snagged momentarily , spun in from ten metres or more, snapped a treated pine handrail with my feet on my way into the bottom of a cliff face, tailwind and swinging through for a full body slam. My left lower leg literally exploded open down to the bone from above the ankle to just below the Knee, ouch!!, Morphine is a wonderful thing.

[robinbloke.livejournal.com]

Ouch!

Parachuting you have a chance to talk me out of but I've always wanted to hanglide... to fly above the ground with just a pole below you and barely any structure or material holding you up.
Hmmm, even sounds suicidal when I put it like that!