I know I said I was going to do this on Monday, but we decided to get it out of the way today.

Kirsty was first:

Despite never having done the jump before, she was far more cool, calm and collected then I was (I was on my third jump).

Next up, was me:

Yikes, what happened to my hair?

There's me, hanging 192m above the pavement, about to scream my lungs out like a girl and start flapping my arms around like a chicken.

You see the Sky Jump now falls noticeably faster then my last jump (2006), hence why they have a big pad at the bottom rather then a glass floor. Incredibly scary, but the rush was fantastic.