Thrust The Hips....

...and hump the air. Hang time tips baby.

An hour of trampelining made the day a bloody belter. Pete was at hand with the tips and Drew was there to make sure that I didn't over shoot the mats and land on the wooden floor - urm, hang on a minute! He was meant to be doing that... but he's a tit! And I did manage to find the gap between the crash mats.

In Other News
This felt bloody ace.