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The best night of my life was spent lying in the bottom of a boat, floating down a river low enough to be under the thin layer of mist gathering at about 3am such that it scudded between me and the stars.

Make us feel all warm and fluffy. Tell us about the most beautiful moments in your life so far.

(, Fri 11 Mar 2005, 9:15)
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...right now's not bad. it's been fucking freezing for 4 months and all of a sudden SPRING has SPRUNGED!

Hmmm, warmth on my back and a ciggie in the mouth outside a pub
(, Wed 16 Mar 2005, 14:18, Reply)
in the dominican republic, knowing that I had a shiney rock to give my soon to be wife but knowing that she didn't know. Popping the question on the beach under a palm tree and then going back to the bar and getting fooked........a most splendid few hours followed by the best two weeks of my life
(, Wed 16 Mar 2005, 14:13, Reply)
A balmy night in Boston USA I was visiting my ex girlfriend who I still cared a great deal for (and was secretly trying to get my sword into). After a long summer day at the beach, swimming, eating great italian sandwiches and kite flying we buggered off back to the city and managed to get Red Sox tickets. Its a hot hot night, an awesome game. It starts hammering it down, a massive thunderstorm sends the fair weather fans to their cars and we manage to grab behind the catcher seats for when the teams re-emerge. At the end I manage to jump the small wall and nick a ball that's been carelessly left lying, we walk back into the city,pissed as farts and swim in a fountain until we're nearly nicked by a copper.

best day/night of my life!
(, Wed 16 Mar 2005, 14:09, Reply)
Such a wonderful moment
When I go to the supermarket and I have gone past my overdraft amount. Waiting for it to reject my card seems like an eternity but when the receipt machine spits out the verification sheet, that's a beautiful moment knowing that, at least for one night I won't be going without that obligatory litre of cider.
(, Wed 16 Mar 2005, 13:55, Reply)
Fenris took advantage of me.
(, Wed 16 Mar 2005, 13:34, Reply)
Baby cakes
2003. Going to visit my baby boy for the first time when he was 12 days old. I'd only found out a week before from the ex whose kid he was. Seeing his little pink face as he writhed about on a floor-mat blew my mind.

Of course, 1 year later the negative DNA test spoiled the memory somewhat.
(, Wed 16 Mar 2005, 13:15, Reply)
Summer of 2002. In the spring I had moved to Copenhagen for my first "real" job after getting my C.S. degree. My fears were put to shame: I was treated well, paid well and I was not asked to work more that 37 hours a week. In a tremendous stroke of luck, I had managed to rent a cheap, spacious, and very centrally located apartment for the summer. I had been with my girlfriend -- the same girl who I'll marry next month -- for less than half a year. She was studying in another city but we spent the weekends together.

There was a ladder at the top of the building which led to an attic. A small door led from the attic to a small, horizontal rooftop.

One warm summer evening, we dragged food, wine and candles to the rooftop and dined under the blue sky. We watched the sunset and the midnight fireworks from Tivoli. We then made a bed, made love and went to sleep under the stars.

We woke up to a chilly but beautiful morning and I felt like the king of the world.
(, Wed 16 Mar 2005, 12:51, Reply)
sunday evening just gone
out in the forest north of sundsvall, sweden
floating in a hot tub alone as the others were still in the sauna.i have never seen so many stars in the sky.
(, Wed 16 Mar 2005, 12:51, Reply)
beautiful moment
wooarrh, this one's a bit of a stunner
(, Wed 16 Mar 2005, 12:34, Reply)
Seeing my unborn child on the ultrasound scan.
Very humbling, and very moving.
(, Wed 16 Mar 2005, 12:34, Reply)
The Hill
One midnight I climbed up a hill behind my university, accompanied by a boy I thought I loved. The fog was thick and billowed below us, illuminated by amber lights...the world soundless ... and it seemed as if we were the only two people on earth, wondering what secrets the soil we stood on had already heard, and if one day future lovers would journey to meet each other there... shuddering under the cold starless sky...

I later found out the boy was gay, of course, and many years later shattered my ankle on that same hill whilst sledding, but that particular night was especially gorgeous.
(, Wed 16 Mar 2005, 12:26, Reply)
Mine has to be...
Crossing the finish line in the 2004 London Marathon after just over 4 hours of running. It felt like a weight had been lifted and I felt dizzy, happy, hungry, ill and sad all at the same time. The roar of the crowd was phenominal and made me feel like I had been part of something really special - something which most people don't get to be a part of. Fantastic.

Oh yeah, and I suppose getting married rates pretty high too!
(, Wed 16 Mar 2005, 12:25, Reply)
A little over a year ago I was in the Yosemite National Park in California. It was a completely cloudless night with a high, bright full moon. The bottom of the valley was in utter darkness, while the tops of the cliff walls were starkly lit in silver and black.
As I stood amongst the great trees a coyote barked and howled near by. There was no sign or sound of humans - just me, the moon and the coyote.
(, Wed 16 Mar 2005, 12:05, Reply)
first love
My first love and finding out that you can fall in love at first sight, it was all electrical kinda feeling. Fell out 6 months later, but that first meeting and feeling will stay with me forever.
(, Wed 16 Mar 2005, 11:55, Reply)
Sentimental old git, that's what I am:

Monday, December 24, 2001

Joined T on the post/antenatal ward.
Anti-embolism stockings. Lovely. T, not me.
Went down to delivery suite. Sat about. Decorated room with inflated examination gloves.
Into theatre. T prepped for spinal. Needle in Anaesthetist's hand. Knock on door - "We have an emeregency breech. She needs to be off the table now." T gets off the table and we return to our little room.
J fashions crude antenna from foil pisspot. Shoves into back of telly.
We watch Santa Claus The Movie. Bloody awful.
Back into theatre. Lots of people. Anaesthetist tells me I look like some bloke. "Who's that?" "He plays cricket for Australia." Well of course I knew that.
"Waah!" Hello Holly. Holly wrapped in tea towel and slung under a grill. Approximately 4.5lbs.
"Waah!" Hello Rosie. Rosie wrapped in tea towel and stuck under her own grill. Approximately 4.5lbs. Rosie expresses dissatisfaction by voiding bowels mid-procedure. If you don't like references to bowel movements you'd better get used to them. We got babies. That's all we're going to talk about.
J slung out while they suppositorise, catheterise and cross-stitch his wife. Goes for a sandwich.
J visits neonatal unit where twins are in incubators. Awww! Gorgeous! Notices "Rosie" is clean as a whistle and "Holly" is caked in baby poo. Hmm. They seem to have switched them. Chooses to overlook it. Say nothing, it won't be the last time... They are both breathing by themselves with next to no additional oxygen - 24% or something. One of those rugby-player nasal strips would have the same effect.
Can't find wife. Finds her hidden in paediatric recovery unit. Grown-up recovery full of all the emergency section mums who caused us to watch Santa Claus The Movie.
J goes back to special care to see twins. Still too soon to do anything unnatural and freakish like, you know, actually touch them, but can't get enough of counting fingers and comparing relative volumes of baby noses and tip of adult little finger. Spends rest of day wondering what to do and feeling too bewildered to answer any phone calls.
(, Wed 16 Mar 2005, 11:49, Reply)
when I think I've finished a cup of tea, but I pick it up and there's still a couple of inches left. Mmm.
(, Wed 16 Mar 2005, 11:45, Reply)
Duran Duran, Kentish Town Forum, 2003
Duran Duran have provided the soundtrack to my life since 1981. Can't think of any other band I have love since I was 9 that I still love. So when the original 5 reformed and announced a one-off gig in Kentish Town Forum I was on the internet buying tickets the moment they were announced. They sold out in 7 minutes, so I was lucky to get 4. Even luckier to sell one for over £200 on Ebay ;-) Lots of famous people were there too.

For those that haven't been the Forum is a tiny tiny venue. Imagine 2000 basically obsessed fans crammed into the place, all going absolutely apeshit crazy, like a mass karaoke session with Duran Duran as the backing band, and the ceiling explodes with silver glitter during "Girls on Film" at the end.

It's the best gig I've ever been to, the best night of my life, and I met some lovely new friends too.
(, Wed 16 Mar 2005, 11:39, Reply)
first rock concert
My first rock concert aged 15 in 1988 watching bon jovi, and a light shining on the crowd when they sang livin on a prayer, and everyone there doing that wavy pointy thing at the band.
that was cool.
And wining VIP tickets after 20 years of trying to watch motorcycle racing and getting on the grid and getting punched by Suzi Perry so i was out of tv shot.
total bliss! but waiting for many more moments
(, Wed 16 Mar 2005, 11:26, Reply)
Last night...
I dragged Vicki MIchelle from 'allo 'allo across the floor while she clung to my leg.

It was only after I got home that it hit me just how WooYay that is.
(, Wed 16 Mar 2005, 11:20, Reply)
Oh yeah - and this other time
I made some really great jewellery and sent it to a load of the big names and it was really popular but I didn’t tell anyone I had kept One Ring to Rule Them All, and so I enjoyed near-omnipotent power for a few years. Great days.
(, Wed 16 Mar 2005, 11:14, Reply)
my favorite day. by boabmaster, aged 6
i wented to zoo. i saw geeraf and donky and zbra and monky and snakeses. The monky did a poo and eated it like it was tea. Dad fell in the water. i had a chese burger and milk. It was good. tHat was favoritest day ever. till i got touched up by the guy in the reptile house toilets. mind you, i was wearing my short shorts and blue top. looking hot. brought it all on myself. tease.
(, Wed 16 Mar 2005, 10:59, Reply)
for regular predictable beautiful moments
may i suggest plenty of veg and fruit in ones diet.
(, Wed 16 Mar 2005, 10:58, Reply)
age 16, playing soggy biscuit with grandad and his filthy friends....

and loosing 4 times in a row.

pure joy.
(, Wed 16 Mar 2005, 7:28, Reply)
Double Arch
I thought he was a friend, but he was the ultimate control-freak. He wouldn't even let me choose a radio station to listen to! He held me a virtual hostage on a long auto trip through Utah. Even kidnappers need a rest, however. After driving all night, we stopped at dawn at Arches National Park.

We stumbled out out of the car, took a short walk, looked up and saw beautiful Double Arch. The sound of the breeze through the arch, and the twittering birds in the juniper trees, suddenly deepened. I felt an incredible rush, and suddenly had a religious epiphany - I was truly One With The Universe!

Then the amazing moment passed. Reality settled in again. We turned around, walked back, climbed back into the car, and drove off. I suffered many more claustrophobic hours in his wretched company before finally taking inspiration from the religious experience, clenching my fist, and delivering a richly-deserved punch to his face.
(, Wed 16 Mar 2005, 6:03, Reply)
what a relief
We camped out in the dessert one night. The sun was just rising, as I reached the summit of a large sand dune on the edge of the Great Thar dessert. The horizon was alive with an awesome show of pinks, yellows and orange. It took my breath away. Such a great view coudn't be missed and I spent a pleasent few minutes having the most satisfying turd in my life. It rolled away down the dune - which made watching the view all the better and nicer smelling.

Later on, as we were preparing to leave, I noticed some americans had stood in it. It's still the best shit I've ever had.
(, Wed 16 Mar 2005, 4:31, Reply)
We lived closer than you think, although I have to say Fife doesn't hold fond mememories for me; the town I wanted to leave (and bomb from altitude) was Dunfermline.

All the best
(, Wed 16 Mar 2005, 0:21, Reply)
great moment
Just had another...

Unexpectedly heard Gonna Make You Sweat (Everybody Dance Now)on my mp3 player, whilst on random play, the day after watching that total twunt dancing on the link mentioned in this weeks newsletter.

I burst out laughing in the street on the way to work and had a secret smile for hours.
(, Wed 16 Mar 2005, 0:08, Reply)
Near death with both the loves of my life
I was at 20m below the icy seas of the south coast of England, diving with my bestest girly - my dive buddy and my best friend ever. I felt salt water in my mouth and realised that my regulator had fallen to bits! This is not good! I was 20m from life and 19.9m from drowning....the only way would have been up. I managed to get myself onto my alternative air source only to spin around and see my girlfriend looking freaked out of her gourd by what appeared to be happening in front of her. When she realised I had sorted myself out and was fine, the ball-shrinking chill of the English Channel suddenly became the warmest of glows that ran through my whole body. I think that was the moment that I knew I had found my soul mate and that I would soon propose to her in the most elaborate way whilst at 35000 feet travelling to a new life in Australia.....but that is another story.
(, Tue 15 Mar 2005, 23:51, Reply)
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.
(, Tue 15 Mar 2005, 23:43, Reply)
Hockey. And Gothics in Love.
I went to a local hockey game, a lovely big stadium and my first time at a pro sporting event. Got a pretzel bigger than my head (No big feat, I was 10), a slushee and memories forever. Plus the time at camp I spent (Age 14,and since lost touch with him forever)reading more than slightly 'odd' comics with my first Goth love (Think the Johnny series by Jhonen Vasquez. First three volumes, and Squee. Life was good.)
(, Tue 15 Mar 2005, 23:21, Reply)

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