Over the last few days to have developed an underground movement to encourage me to fly off the end of the ski jump. Well I am sorry people it is just not going to happen. Karen, stating to cross country ski will not develop into a desire to fly to my pending death with just a couple of chopsticks tied to my feat to save me. No mum, just because you have spent ages coming up with the name James the Jumping Jackass doesn’t make me an ungrateful son for not taking advantage of your thoughts. And as for Paul the least said about your wishes to see me cad in a body hugging snazzy lycra suits with a tea cosy pulled over my face the better….