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Aspley 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.

(, Thu 7 Sep 2006, 12:40)
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I was working on-site in Ipswich...
{wasn't sure whether I should post this one - sensitive subject - not really funny either}

...on the day of the London bombings. It was my last day there and I was scheduled to head back up north in the afternoon, returning home by mid-evening - I was looking forward to it as I hadn't seen the (then relatively new) other half for three days. Instead I got home after midnight because trains that had even a sniff of the capital were fucked big-time. I didn't get on one about it though - after all, a lot of people had a far worse time than I did that day. Very nasty business.

However, I overheard a bunch of chavs in my carriage bitching loudly about it during one connecting journey - one of them was being particularly offensive in his views of the victims and perpetrators alike. Now that put me on one. As dangerous as those little shits can be, I couldn't keep quiet - not for that. I got up and approached the table seat they were occupying. The resulting dialogue was very similar to:

'Oi, dickhead - yeah you, you motormouthed little prick {attempted backchat} YOU'VE TALKED ENOUGH - SHUT UP! {end backchat} - Dozens of people have died today already for no good reason, and that makes hundreds, maybe even thousands more who'll have to get on without them for the rest of thier lives when they shouldn't have to. I know it's a foreign concept for the likes of you but this time you'll show some fucking respect where I can hear you or you'll be riding under this thing rather than on it - got it?'

I got a few glares from motormouth and his peers but no more backchat, and they shut up for the remainder of thier journey in my presence. Several older bizniz types nearby gave me a 'nice one' look.

Chav-ism - don'cha just hate it? Regular readers will have figured out long ago that I certainly do. Being for the most part an I'm-Okay-You're-Okay type, I've tried to find something to like about them, really I have, but there's just not a single thing. Not one. If I could have traded the lives of two or more of those worthless fucks for every one of the poor buggers who died that day I would have, and still would today.
(, Wed 13 Sep 2006, 10:48, closed)

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