Tossas (reporters that is!!)
http://icthewharf.icnetwork.co.uk/...ull&siteid=71670 they get paid for this shit????? - a 12 year old school project would have been more informative!!
BASE DESIRES OF FLYING LUNATICS Sep 25 2003
word from the water cooler
William Ham Bevan
A SINISTER form of mass delusion appears to have reached Canary Wharf.
Once, it mainly afflicted celebrities, such as the R `n' B singer R. Kelly. As he so memorably confessed: "I believe I can fly - I believe I can touch the sky".
My response? Prove it, mate - the window's over there. Do the charts a favour. And take those wet gobsh*tes Westlife with you, with their drivel about "Flying Without Wings". (Splat. Splat. Jaysis! Splat. Feck! Splat.)
Anyway, the latest manifestation of this mental illness has hit the headlines in this very newspaper: the so-called sport of base jumping.
As you will have read, this entails hurling oneself from the top of a tall landscape feature, such as a half-completed skyscraper, and deploying a parachute only at the last possible moment.
For a while, I had wondered where the name of this lunatic pastime came from. As ever, the Internet came to the rescue: "base" is an acronym for building, antennae, span and Earth - the four objects from which these people leap.
"Span" is a clumsy synonym for "bridge", which is just as well. Otherwise, it would be known as "babe jumping", which brings to mind a far more attractive prospect. Those with filthy minds can insert their own joke here about the "reserve chute".
Mystery still surrounds the identity of the bird-brained birdman who leapt from the top of One West India Quay. I suspect we'll only find out when he ends up splattered all over the Quay: a likely prospect, since an average of 10 base jumpers meet their maker each year, although it's not the UK's most dangerous sport.
That accolade, incredibly, goes to angling.
But I'm reminded of a story I heard from a local newspaper hack from a small town up North. He used to work with a coroner who prided himself on his precise use of language.
At one inquest, after a woman had leapt to her death from a church roof, the coroner got increasingly annoyed with a policeman who kept referring to "injuries sustained in the fall".
Eventually he interrupted the hapless copper: "No, no, constable, it weren't the fall that killed her," he fumed. "It were the impact of the landing."