Sky Diving
Apparantly my blog shows a distinct lack of homage to the sport of skydiving. My friend Steve is an amateur skydiver, jumping out of perfectly operable aeroplanes for fun!
I have been reliably informed that skydiving is de rigeur, the mutts nuts etc. The most masculine of all sports, the place to be, the thing to do. Apparantly the rush of adrenaline that accompanies free falling through the sky, under the sole influence of gravity and a giant silk sheet is something that all men (and women) should experience. It is the ultimate narcotic. Exhilerating, exciting, thrilling etc etc. Forget horse racing, sky diving is the sport of Kings!
Steve tells me that in many ways sky diving is better than sex! He has been jumping out of planes for a couple of years now and has many many jumps under his belt. I trust his judgement that it is fun, just can’t quite see me doing it – despite Steve’s best efforts to persuade me! I just cannot understand the mentality that allows someone to jump out of a plane that is capable of landing under its own steam!
