Maybe not "Beautiful"...
but definately one of my favourite memories.

A few summers ago me and one of my best mates went up to go out on the razz with his cousin in Oxford, drove up there, had an awesome meal (Her mother is Brazilian and they have this fantastic clay oven in their conservatory that they cook meat and stuff on), went out in the evening, got pissed, came back, slept, lovely.

Next day we're sat around and my mates uncle mentions they're going down to Newquay the next day for a few days holiday. We had a few other mates already on holiday in Newquay, so we thought "fuck it", called in sick to work and drove down there that day, to meet them there.

We drove over Dartmoor at about 7pm as the sun was setting over the hills, in my friends two-seater convertible, racing round turns and tearing through little villages with Duran Duran on as loud as it would go. We passed a bus of school kids, and one of them threw an empty coke bottle out of the window at us, so we overtook them, I sat up in my chair, hiked my trousers down and gave them a front row seat in the matinee performance of my sweaty asscrack. Then my mate did it while I managed the accelerator and steering wheel (actually a quite tricky manuevre from the passenger seat).

The next few days were absolutely awesome, I don't think I've laughed as much as I did then for a long time.
(Jon Norris, Tue 15 Mar 2005, 23:43, Reply)