Yesterday I jumped out of an aeroplane. I say it so casually..... "What did you do yesterday?" - "Oh, you know, the usual; I jumped out of a plane and then I went to my brother's gig. Pretty boring stuff really"
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
No really - I JUMPED OUT OF AN AEROPLANE!!!!!! I jumped out at 12,000ft (about 2 and a half miles upwards), you then free-fall for 7,000ft until at 5,000ft your man opens the chute and you float the rest of the way down shaking.
I am still alive however, it was the best thing I've ever done. It made me feel very powerful and I'm not sure if after that I ever need sex again. It's that mush better than sex......
I'm not going to be able to write any more right now as today is school teacher Lauren's birthday and we are doing a giant pub crawl in Brentwood with all the crew. It's 12 noon now and I have to go and get ready.
When I write next I will go into full detail of falling through the sky, being chased by paparazzi for the last two days, getting drunk last night to the point of harrassing ex-boyfriends and mates of ours to come home with us and I will tell you all about Har Mar Superstar.
Lots of love. While you're all having your Sunday roast, spare a thought for me (who'll probably be throwing up in an alley somewhere with Rusty holding my hair). Today is about to turn messy.....
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