It just slipped out…honestly!

The harness is secured tightly around my thighs, the tummy, chest and over the shoulders. I walk up six steps on the ladder and face my tormentor. This is crazy. The knees begin to shake and the tummy turns over. The safety instructor rigs the winching rope with the release cord. Final instructions and encouragement…

Panic!!! or, not.

The other night I saw on the TV, a news item about hundreds of models queued outside a Manhattan studio for hours waiting for an opportunity to be famous. The pressure of the impending auditions, the pressing of the crowd, a nearby car breaks down and begins to smoke, a rumour flashes through the crowd…