Number 1: Do a Sky Dive

Most people have a skydiving story to regale the kids with. Usually in some exotic land, it involves a few too many beers the night before and then a " Booked it,packed it,fucked off" style adventure that ends with some frayed nerves, some awesome photos and a sense of achievement.
I however am attempting to skydive in the UK. A British skydiving story rolls a little bit more like this:
" It was mental! Got in the car about ten and drove down to a deserted airfield near Swindon. The skydivers who had been booked in at 9.30 that morning were still yet to go so about forty of us lay around on the floor of the centre.Some people watched the grand prix for a bit and we had a cheese burger each from the van.Then some guy told us it was still too windy and we went home.It was mental!"
Alas it falls to me to break the news that I will not be completing a skydive before I'm thirty.I'm re booked in for the 14th of July now which will be my third attempt and will fall two days after I hit the big 3-0.Oh well.
Cracking cheeseburger mind.