Recall trundling off to do a demo jump from a DC3 a few years back. The evening before was pretty hectic and a mild hangover didn't help things. Managed to spray brekkie out of the car window on the way to the airfield and picked up a cheeseburger once there to replace the fats and sugars a growing boy requires. Made sure I boarded last to remain near the door but before we were even airborne, a couple of posing twonks had stationed themselves between me and said door and were flicking back their curly locks in the breeze, impressing the pants off their girlfriends who were on the aircraft as well. Went OK until run in when a couple of mock charges became the real thing and I lurched for the door with cheeks bulging. Managed to narrowly miss one twonk as I fired the cheeseburger out into the slipstream, the expression on his face priceless as a semi digested cheeseburger shot past his nose. His mate behind him then lost it as well and chucked on his rig and the back of his neck. Fortunately we were about ready to go, the green came on a second or two later and we all left before the interior of the DC3 became a charnel house of intestinal bacteria.
