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OK. I ADMIT IT. I brought this on myself.
All year I’ve been prattling on about how I’d love to do a parachute jump, and I must admit I always got a kick out of the look of horror in Hardships eyes whenever I mentioned it. Now, a parachute jump is one of those things I’d love to do… but would NEVER get round to doing, and I’m pretty happy with that. This is jumping out of a fuckin plane, man.
Anyway, last week it was my birthday.
See where this is heading?
She got me a parachute jump… and not only that, booked it for Sunday. I nearly shit in my trousers.
Crap crap crap crap crap crap crap.
I could point blank refuse to do it, but then it’d be Hot Tongue and Cold Shoulder from herself.
My two choices; jump out of an airplane, or have The War Council mad at me.
I’m thinkin, I’m thinkin.
So, Sunday morning is THE TEST; Does God want Bubastis to live??
Just kidding. You’ll be fine. Follow your instructor like he’s the only thing that can lead you out of the ninth circle of hell, and you’ll do great.
You have to do it now anyway, so you might as well relax and enjoy it!
DISHTOWELS??? You had it good, youngster. When I fell off that tall mountain, all I had was the handkerchief in my pocket! And it had a hole in the center! And I LIKED it!
I personally have spoken to a man who jumped out of a plane (with chute) only to discover the chute and all other potential lifesaving aids were not going to work. He fell three thousand feet and landed with a thump. (Maybe a squish). Had some broken stuff which got fixed. And he still parachutes some thirty (maybe more) years later.
Moral of the story - if very worst comes to very worst, aim for bushes.
Happy plummeting, bubastis! Just think of it as playing chicken…against a planet. Think of how happy you’ll be to have done it, and how little the small, prosaic problems and annoyances of life will seem to you from now on.
Ok… This is possibly the last ever post By Bubastis…
If you never hear from me again, I want you all to write strongly worded letters to The Irish Parachuting Club.
I’m praying, PRAYING for rain tomorrow.
I’ve never been so scared.