Beautiful Moments
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)
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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Ibiza, summer of 2002
For those of you who haven't had the pleasure of visiting the beautiful island, I fully recommend it. I went as a nipper of just 17 with my 2 bestest mates in the whole world. Young, full of money and fun, we had decided we were going to have the best time of our lives ever. One night we had heard about watching the sun set at the famous Café del Mar, and we settled ourselves down one night. The sun slowly set, with hundreds of people (including Bolton's Vernon Kay) fixated on this beautiful glowing orb resting on the horizon. And I mean a truly gigantic crowd of people, stood or sat around on a beach, chatting, laughing, but mainly concentrating on the sun. Slowly it sank, and a massive, feral, tribalistic roar went up from around the island as the chilled out beats continued. The night had begun - and everyone was going mad. I looked at my mates and we were all grinning like Cheshire Cats.
The sad thing is, I hardly keep in touch with those guys anymore. Maybe it's time to give them a call...
( , Sun 13 Mar 2005, 12:37, Reply)
For those of you who haven't had the pleasure of visiting the beautiful island, I fully recommend it. I went as a nipper of just 17 with my 2 bestest mates in the whole world. Young, full of money and fun, we had decided we were going to have the best time of our lives ever. One night we had heard about watching the sun set at the famous Café del Mar, and we settled ourselves down one night. The sun slowly set, with hundreds of people (including Bolton's Vernon Kay) fixated on this beautiful glowing orb resting on the horizon. And I mean a truly gigantic crowd of people, stood or sat around on a beach, chatting, laughing, but mainly concentrating on the sun. Slowly it sank, and a massive, feral, tribalistic roar went up from around the island as the chilled out beats continued. The night had begun - and everyone was going mad. I looked at my mates and we were all grinning like Cheshire Cats.
The sad thing is, I hardly keep in touch with those guys anymore. Maybe it's time to give them a call...
( , Sun 13 Mar 2005, 12:37, Reply)
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