Week 1: Bungee jump!
So after signing up to do this in August 2009, ymiss doing one to Dubai and my dad inconveniently having a heart attack, this finally happened. I’m not entirely sure how I managed to rope in ymiss and buttons (such a cute name!) into this but I did. When the day dawned I received an unfortunate text from buttons pulling out due to her monthly regular occurrences (ahem). However despite this and ymiss missing the exit for Salford because she was trying to show us her crappy Micra could do 90 on a motorway, an additional 12 miles to the journey saw us pull up in Salford Quays. To this.
Gulp. Ymiss started mumbling she didn’t want to do it but I ignored her. I didn’t want to think about it because I knew I’d get scared, I just wanted to get on and do it. And an hour after we signed in we did.
The wait, watching people jump, hearing their screams and seeing their flushed faces wasn’t too bad, I was still (sort of) looking forward to it. But when it came to getting kitted up with the harnessess that’s when the nerves kicked in. The original plan was for ShuShu to film and either me or ymiss (depending on who was jumping) to take pics however I was so nervous I couldn’t figure out ShuShu’s camera and decided to leave it, I wasn’t in any state to take pictures. The staff at UK Bungee were really friendly, I pitied them for having to have the same inane conversation with everyone and acting happy when you told them you worked with statistics for a living and enjoyed it whilst they tied the rope that could either save your life or kill you to your ankles, but I have to say, hands up to them! When it came to hopping into the crane the man inside could see I was terrified and interrogated me on whether or not I would do it, after asking me a good few times and telling me I could only do this if I was 100% committed he seemed appeased and started cranking it up. I was scared he wouldn’t let me jump, I was shaking but I knew I’d do it, I didn’t want him to stop me, not after coming all this way. When we reached the top I was told to pick a point on the horizon, stare straight at it, not look down and jump head first into the abyss. After confirming it was HEAD FIRST and not feet first we were ready. Had I picked my point? Yes. Was I ready to jump feet first? Yes. Here we go. I counted/shouted with him:
Did I look at my point?
Did I jump head first?
I stared at the murky water of Salford Quays, let my sweaty palms go and jumped with my feet first whilst screaming my backside off. A million things went through my head yet at the same time it felt like time slowed down. One thing I do remember is thinking oh no, something’s wrong. The reason: I heard a collective gasp/mumbling from the crowd below. (After reviewing the video the reason for this is simple, my scream. It was rather high). I thought that I wasn’t tied properly, that I had jumped too far out and wouldn’t boing. Damn, what if I had an accident? Nobody at home knew I was even doing this. Time definitely slowed down, was I connected?
Yup I was. The relief! After that I loved it, I felt so free, I could barely feel the harness around my waist and ankles that had previously felt reassuringly tight. I stopped screaming and started laughing, it just suddenly felt like the funniest thing. I wanted to scream I’m Spiderman or something but I was too embarrassed and didn’t. When I finally touched down to Earth I was still laughing away and ran to look at my picture. Urgh it was so unflattering. My thighs looked Amazonian and my face was struck with fear. I coughed up anyway because there’s a sense of just letting go around it. (This me below in a still from the vid)
After being told my screaming was impressive by an onlooker I felt a bit cock of the playground. Shouldn’t have bothered. One of the talents ymiss has is stealing your thunder. No matter what groundbreaking news you have or Everest conquering feat you have achieved, she will find a way of trumping you and walking away with glory. This day was no exception. We heard quite possibly the most dramatic, ear splitting scream ever produced by a homosapien. After continuing to shriek away, pleading with everybody to help her defy the laws of gravity (or at least speed it up), questioning why she hadn’t stopped, losing her shoe to the Quays and almost headbutting 2 birds, ymiss touched ground after what felt like the longest but funniest jump ever undertaken. Turned out she had been pushed off the crane (maybe the guy has to figure out whether or not he has to push you when he interrogates you?) and so fell to the ground with more force than someone who jumped. Ymiss sodden shoe was finally retrieved and returned and we left the arena with a huge sense of accomplishment. Or rather I did, ymiss just gulped and whimpered for the rest of the evening. Good times. Right, 300ft jump next, who’s with me?!
Week 2: Samsi in Spinningfields
Wanted to eat here for a while. There are 2 branches, the original on Whitworth St and the new branch in Spinningfields. As we were watching a play at the Opera House (and I left my million vouchers for other places at work), we decided to go here. Good choice! The service was a bit slow but the food and price made up for it. I had a crab & avocado hand roll (you get 2 for £3!) and seafood Yakisoba Noodles (egg fried noodles in sweet & sour sauce). With orange juice and free water this came to £10.45. Marvellous. I had a bit of a dicky tummy for the next few days but it was worth it.