Pretty Fly For A White Guy
I once went on a paragliding day, with a group from work. At first I found it rather tricky to get the glider up and facing the right way to run and take off. But on my 3rd* attempt it all came together, and for the first time in my life I was actually flying!

Look at the ground fall away! Look how small those badger holes seem! Feel the air rushing past me! Wow this is so amazing that I've completely forgotten to adjust my position for landing! Look how close the ground is now! Look how sloppy the cow-pats that I'm sliding through nose first like a shitty snow-plow are!

When all was still, the wing had fluttered to the ground and the build-up of shit had florped off my forehead with a wet splushing noise, I thought, hm, I hope no-one noticed that. I looked up to find a semi-circle formed of everyone else, pointing and laughing.

I didn't take up paragliding, strangely.

* Probably more like 53rd
(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Fri 28 Jan 2011, 14:37, 2 replies)

I love it when...
..my excited stream of consciousness has to deal with something going awry.

Yes! Yes! No! Bugger!

*click*
(SimianKid internet faffer, Fri 28 Jan 2011, 15:42, closed)

That so succinctly sums up how I feel most of the time
That I'm thinking of changing my sig to "Yes! Yes! No! Bugger."
(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Fri 28 Jan 2011, 15:49, closed)