I can't help but think he'd be buggered if he fell off the helicopter on the return journey to base, having already used up his jetness and parachute. Having said all that; it looks like bloody good fun.
You can bimble outboard four thousand feet above sweet f**k all as well,
if you can handle it. My other half would poo her nickers. Seriously
thinking about a surprise holiday for our next wedding anniversary.