It has managed to come to my attention that we’re all ganging up on Doyler and chucking him out of a plane from thirteen thousand feet, while he’s tied to someone. And from our predictions, he’ll likely be twittering it, livestreaming it, and possibly bringing the bear along (although it’s the bear that wants that)… This should be fun

So, from what the energy drink vine has managed to weed down to me, we’re throwing him out of a plane Saturday week – that’s the 30th – as part of a MediaDive. It was originally going to me Mulley we were going to throw out, but once we realised we wouldn’t be able to get a grip on him (Mulley fights back durty!), we picked on Darragh

After his usual tirade of excuses, ranging from a fear of heights, to being busy in Kilkenny (my he sure loves that place), the gals (or at least one of them) over at CareLocal managed to convince him to do it, in exchange for a €260 sponsorship deal – so massive, it rivals those of NASCAR teams.

Now though, we have to kinda make sure that we make it worth Darragh’s while to go through with the jump, otherwise he’s going to chicken out and emigrate to Australia if we take our eyes off of him. So, you should go out and sponsor him before he books his plane tickets – or hijacks the skydiving plane and flies it to Oz himself.

Before you start, yes I am taking the piss in the way that I’ve written this post. He is still jumping though

And apparently thirteen thousand feet is equivalent to the distance from UCD to the city centre. Eeep