But of course I enjoyed myself anyway. I walked around town, took some pictures, had lunch and then paid 8 pounds to get into a harness and be launched 20 meters into the air in front of an audience. So, you know, normal stuff.
In fact, that last bit there has to be the coolest thing I'd done in a long time. I was in better spirits than ever afterward and appropriately enough––the sun came out! And suddenly the beach was packed. You could pick the english people out from the tourists because they were the ones in bathing suits when everyone else was still a little too cold for that.
Urgh, I hate when I have to save Chrissy from drowning.
Thats right, I was the first one to brave this bad boy.
Marie, Katie and I after we got launched.
The pier after it Brighton'd up. Get it? Eh eh?