Best laid plans...
I'm jumping 12000ft out of a perfectly working aeroplane next month, for a local MS charity. It seemed like a great idea until I watched my sky-diving dvd and realised that I probably will poo my pants on the way down. Oh well, at least it means my mate Steve puts me on his Scooby insurance, in case he breaks his leg and I have to drive home. Mwah ha ha ha ha* Trying to raise sponsor money in East Preston is like trying to get blood out of a very stubborn stone. But I will try! And probably fail!
* Mad laughter induced by plan to break Steves leg and steal his lovely car
* Mad laughter induced by plan to break Steves leg and steal his lovely car