Fred would’ve done it with a fag in his mouth
I’m not taking nothing away from these guys, they’ve clearly got some stones. But I think a lot of it is mind over matter. When I was a youth, I used to do stuff like this (nothing that high), and I was completely fearless. I’d always think – If you painted a four inch wide stripe on the floor, you’d jump around all day on it without ever falling off, so there should be no difference doing it at height (wind factor excluded). Then at some point in my 20’s, I ‘became scared’. No idea what happened, would be interested to know. But watching stuff like this these days leaves my palms sweating!
I know exactly the day I went from fearless to scared, I was twenty eight and it was the day I broke my back in a motorbike accident.
I was known as a kid for doing ridicules dares and regularly climbed blocks of flats using the down pipe.
But after my crash I felt fearful if I stood at the foot of a tall building looking up.
It’s like my subconscious suddenly became aware of my mortality.
I fricken loved fred dibnah, a man who made a TV series where he drove a steam engine from pub to pub stopping to have a pint in every one, and no one said ” fred, that’s eight pints Bruv, step away from the traction engine”
But instead watched as he lit a tab before pulling his greasy rag from his pocket. That is the mark of a real man, keeping a greasy rag in your pocket.
