Leaping arse landings Batman!
Down in Dorset there's the epic Corfe Castle, which used to be a castle but is now a well organized collection of rubble. Myself, my mate Baz, my sister and her bf went there for a day out because, frankly, we had f all better to do.

My sister and her fella occupied themselves by trying to ditch us and have a canoodle when we weren't about, Baz and I occupied ourselves by stalking them and leaping out at inopportune moments. Needless to say they got annoyed a lot faster than we did, and proceeded to bugger off.

Being the annoying little buggers we were, and being slightly worried we'd been so annoying that they might drive off and leave us there, Baz and I resolved to hurtle back to the car in as rapid a fashion as possible.

So sister and bf walking down steep walkway, Baz and I leaping down the banks that run parallel, occasionally looking across to check we were ahead. At one of these such moments after leaping down a couple of banks with abandon I looked across and leapt blindly over what I thought was a slight drop. Nope, try about ten feet.

I landed on the wet grass and proceeded to slide, on my arse, to the bottom. Still, I beat my sister and the bf to the bottom of the hill. Mostly because they were laughing so much. Bugger.
(tattymuff, Wed 27 Jan 2010, 20:10, Reply)