Had a bit of
a disappointment; I was hoping to qualify for a spot on “jackass” – didn’t work
out for me.
The Mission
(should I chose to accept it), was high stakes; our Christmas was all in boxes
up on the loft and you may have worked out by now that I am no Tom Cruise. Up a
ladder (crutches not a lot of use there), across the rafters and then over the
planks and back.
If it all
went wrong – no problem - I had my mobile with me for a quick call for the fire
brigade to get me down and then a rather sheepish arrival at a certain A and E,
who probably wouldn’t get the red carpet out for me now.
Most people
do stupid things on the spur of the moment – this stupid thing took real
planning and forethought. Now that’s what I call stupid.
Still,
that’s Christmas sorted
Neil Harris
(a don’t
stop till you drop production)
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