Just been informed by Ma Ruth that the helicopter trips out at Chale have been cancelled this year due to high insurance!
I’ve been steeling myself for this for a year! Goddamit!
Ok, any other solutions? There’s the Spinnaker Tower (google is thy friend, international followers) in Portsmouth… but, although it’s high, it’s not really flying.
Unless something goes really fucking wrong.
Alas, my date with claustrophobic vertigo finds herself stood at the bar, wearing a rose with only the prospect of a lonely night in front of the tv ahead.
Unless anyone else has another option…?
Hmmm… yesterday Bam said he didn’t want to go and the chopper ride mysteriously ceases to be.
Right, I’m off to get my son to ask for a lottery wish.
See you in Barbados. I’ll be taking my own fucking plane.
At least your looking to tackle you fear, I shake when looking over the railing at the mall. And I have no intention on trying to beat that fear. I am fears willing bitch, because while it constricts me from using a ladder, and at times because I’m so tall makes looking down at my shoes a fest of dizziness, nausea, and worry, but my fear also keeps me from falling from a far up place that I would normally gravitate towards, keeps me from making a large plopping sound. And that is why I love my fear.
That… that doesn’t help my own fears at all, Jay.