Saturday was the day of the zip wire challenge in the Dane John Gardens - but it suffered a bit of a problem when the scaffolding holding the rope and platform wasn’t quite high enough for the participants to clear a hedge and iron fence below.

First down the rope was a member of the Princess of Wales’s Royal Regiment who, “nearly suffered undercarriage failure” when brushing both said fence and hedge.

Eventually, to get around the problem, a second platform was built slighter lower down and things got underway.

I was accompanied on the climb to the top of the Dane John mound by a lady dressed as Father Christmas and two very blond ladies in tight leather outfits, one of whom I overheard mention used to be in Pan’s People.

Being a gentleman of course I allowed them to go first and hung back to watch them mount the steps to the launch platform.

When my turn came I was left hanging in my harness for what seemed an eternity as photographs were taken and last minute instructions issued.

The strap, part of the harness, was by now rather painfully cutting into my nether regions. Eventually, when it was time for take-off.

I leapt off the platform and shot down the wire like greased lightning coolly taking photographs as I went which turned out to be several interesting shots of my thumb and nothing of the Dane John Gardens from above in all its autumn loveliness.

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The pain from the harness strap, which I’d forgotten about in the eight second descent, returned with a vengeance when the two blokes whose job it was to stop the competitors ending up somewhere in Castle Street suddenly gave an almighty yank on the braking rope.

I haven’t had a voice that high since I was about eight! Anyway, that aside, it was good news for the Lady Mayoress’ charity which benefited from the day as did the KM Walking Bus.

I personally will have managed to raise over £200 and thank-you to everybody who sponsored me.

Photos of the event can be seen in this week Kentish Gazette.

I spent some of Sunday on my hands and knees sniffing the interior of my car! Strangely a nasty smell seems to have emerged from nowhere. My wife first noticed it and of course she tried to blame me.

“It must have been you,” she said.

“Why me? I’ve only started driving the thing again yesterday.”

“Well it wasn’t there on Friday when I last used it.”

“That doesn’t mean anything, if it was milk it could have been earlier in the week when you were driving it and it’s just started to go off.”

“I haven’t had any milk in the car. In any case I reckon it’s from that pie that you said you ate before going to the Dane John.”

“It was a cheese and ham pie and none of it got spilt, no it’s definitely something milky or maybe somebody’s been sick and not mentioned it.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, I think I might have noticed somebody being ill in the car or if I didn’t they might just possibly have mentioned it. Next you’ll be saying it’s the kids.”

“Actually I was going to ask you about them, one of them hasn’t had a milk shake in the car have they?”

At this point wife leaves the room banging door loudly.

I go out to the car and start sniffing again, eventually locating the source of the smell in the carpet in front of the passenger seat. I go back indoors and find wife.

“So, think back over the week, who have you given a lift to who might have had some milk in their bag?”

Her reply was unprintable.

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