The Worst Journey in the WorldAspley Cherry Garrard was the youngest member of the Scott Polar Expedition when he and two others lost their tent to the winds of a night-time snowstorm. They spent hours in temperatures below -70°F stumbling about the ice floes hoping they'd bump into it as it was their only hope of survival.
OK, so that was bad, but we reckon you've had worse. We know how hard you lot are.
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chthonic, Thu 7 Sep 2006, 12:40)
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csc2yaLancing to Worthing? A whole three miles? Pansy.
Roughly three years back I walked 11 miles from Brighton to Worthing, because I played timetable chicken ("yeah, it's only a 2-minute walk from the pub to the platform, I'll make it, honest") with the last train home and lost. Not enough cash for a taxi (Forty quid? Not bloody likely) and no means of getting any cash, having left the plastic at home.
All I had for company were the inane witterings of the resident moron at Southern FM, courtesy of my phone's radio. Still, he did play Black Velvet for me, as I was walking the final few hundred yards to my house. Nice song to end a 2½-hour walk. Feet hurt like a bastard the next day, though.
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flake has nothing against your right leg, Fri 8 Sep 2006, 21:14,
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