Last year I was sitting in the passenger cabin of a cut-price airline's widebody at a Scandinavian airport that was hosting some kind of parajumping event. Despite being late, we held, engines running, short of the main runway for quite a few minutes. The answer came when various colourful parachutists began thumping in to the ground either side of us. Presumably after the last one had been accounted for, we taxied on, then roared off towards Blighty. Marvellous.