I remember my mate's dad brought home a drogue parachute from work...

I was convinced that if I leapt off the side of a building holding it I would be gently lowered to the ground...

The fact that it had a huge spring in it to kick it out into the air stream didn't ring any alarm bells at all... I think the chute hit the ground before I did...

Happy days...

I also remember my dad brining me home a hard hat from work...

I demonstrated how good it was to my mates by throwing a brick into the air above my head - unfortunately, it missed the hat and hit me on the shoulder....

The nurses at A&E at Ashford Hospital said they kept my own bed for me...
