I've had a niggling urge to sky dive since I landed in New Zealand. I think there's something in the water.

On the way into Taupo I put my name on a clip board and literally 10 mins later I was on an airstrip in a skydiving suit. 5 mins later I was in a plane. No chance to debate!

The plane trundled along and then U turned back to the centre. We were bailed off due to the wind and left to sit waiting for an hour before being sent home. After being so-so about doing it j was gutted when it was cancelled. There goes my first and last chance;(