I always thought of Belguim as a nice place full of massive waffles, delicious chocolates and beer that flows like water. However it has come to my attention that it might also be full of parachute sabatoging, jealousy driven, love crazed shebanshee’s such as Els Clottemans who sent her love rival plummetting to her death in 2006 by cutting the lines on her parachute.

Apparently, she was made to spent the night on the couch in the living room whilst the other woman got the luxury (or probably hindsight now, unfortunate moment of bad decision making skills) of sleeping in some guy’s bed – I can almost guarentee the sex was not worth it. Leaving their chute packs unattended in the living room for conniving, jealous troll to sabatoge, and later watch her nemesis become nothing more than a small splat in someones garden on the ground below.

Note to self: There are other (hopefully safer) countries to be bombing out of a perfectly good airplane in.