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Time remaining: 8 months, 0 weeks, 5 days, 19 hours, 1 minute agoA teasing message from a friend regarding my advancing years contained in it an idea, namely that I should make a list of thirty things to do before I’m thirty.
Apparently, having spent Saturday in a freezing Welsh river simply because I was told to do so, I’m all about doing stupid things these days and the idea has stuck.
So, here I am, making a list of thirty things and asking the interwebs for suggestions. Behold! THE LIST:
- Cycle Land’s End to John o’ Groats.
- Run a half marathon.
- Drive a car worth no more than £250 2,000 miles from Bruges to Split. In fancy dress. – Tom.
- Go skiing in a resort I’ve never been to before. – Tom.
- Go technology free for a week. – Rob.
- Complete the Three Peaks Challenge. – Brother Pip.
- See some stock car racing.
- Write 3 things that I regret not doing when I had the chance. Do at least one of them. – Sairah.
- Visit my home town’s twin city (drink Belgian beer in Ghent) for shits and giggles.
- Try urban camping (sleeping rough). – Bruce.
- Cut down a tree with a chain saw. – Bruce.
- Fire a gun. – Bruce.
- Put a light bulb in the microwave. – Bruce.
- Invent something. – Ian.
- See how far I can walk in a day.
- Run a full marathon. – Ian.
- Sail on a sea. – Ian.
- Drive a tractor. – Ian.
- Live for a week without shoes or socks. – Stuart.
- Go fishing and eat my catch there and then. – Brother Pip. / Kill an animal and then eat it. – Marie Emerson.
- Have a shit in the woods. – Brother Pip.
- Climb a mountain.
- Go diving.
- Abseil off something.
- Go bungee jumping. – Karassa.
- See the Northern Lights.
- Visit Orkney and Shetland.
- Walk the West Highland Way.
- Go hitchhiking. – Marie Emerson.
- Go to the pub in Gotham dressed as Batman. – Kerry Pearson.
Obviously my preference is for things that could conceivably generate sponsorship money for good causes (and also suggestions for good causes) but I’m equally happy just doing stuff. Wish me luck.
Also, behold! THE PROVISIONAL LIST: – Because I haven’t decided yet.
- Man up. – Stuart / Mike.
- Attend an exclusive swingers party for the rich and famous. – Amanda.
- Go skydiving. – Karassa.
- Paint a self portrait in oils. – Bruce.
- Learn to fly a plane. – Karassa.
- See a leg of the Tour de France. – Karassa.
- Attend both anni parties. – Karassa.
- Star in my own porn film. – Brother Pip. (Dude, seriously?)
- Get chased by an angry bouncer. – Mark. (Have done this before, might again. Just for the nostalgia.)
- Spend an entire week doing absolutly nothing at all. – Ian.
- Lunge wildly at a celebrity. – Bruce.
- Have a night of cocaine and hookers. – Bruce.
- Get arrested for petty shoplifting with £1000 in cash my your pocket. – Bruce.
- Get cut out of a car by the fire brigade. – Bruce.
- Get a back sack and crack wax. – Bruce.
- Give a tramp £50 if he tells me a good joke. – Bruce.
- …er …have another night of cocaine and hookers. – Bruce.
- Stop being a twat. – Ian.
- Go badger baiting. – Ian.
- Go crowd surfing. – Ian.
- Go out dressed in drag. – Tom.
- Punt kick the Pope into a minefield. – Garth.
- Eat some food that you’ve grown yourself. – Tom.
- Commit a fucking murder!! Then frame a pensioner to take the heat for it. – Duncan Cosgrove.
- Put you finger in a gypsy’s mouth. – Duncan Cosgrove.
- Father 10 children with 10 different women. – Lisa.
- Urinate on a tree in every continent. – Marie Emerson.
- Learn a foreign language. – Marie Emerson.
- Write a novel. – Marie Emerson.
- Dance. – Marie Emerson.
- Earn the world record for most lightbulbs smashed with a sequence of foot, hammer, 2×4. – Marie Emerson.
- Make something beautiful (pottery, painting, etch-a-sketch doodle) and destroy it with fire. – Marie Emerson.
- Defenestrate something expensive. – Marie Emerson.
Some possible combos there. I could man up and go skydiving :p
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