Messing about on the river
Picture the scene: a beautiful, balmy summers day in Oxford. A young Snowy, his beloved, and assorted friends, have taken time off from their studies to enjoy the weather and go punting through Magdalen Meadows.

We drift, blissful and happy along the river, taking turns to command one of the two boats, pausing here and there to look at the deer in the deer park, or bring the boats side-by-side to swap places or share supplies.

For a few hours, the pace of life becomes wonderfully languorous. We drink our beers, joke with each other, watch the twigs float past, someone passes a joint around, we work our way through the picnic we brought with us, and just relax - the magic combination of sun and river lulling us into a delightful reverie.

Eventually, it's just me and my girlfriend lying in one of the boats, cuddling, whilst the others carry on drinking and roll another in the other boat. We pause for a moment, and she whispers 'I love you.' I kiss her, then roll over, propping myself on top of her, lean over the side, and vomit, freely and copiously, into the river.

Brings a tear to my eye even now...
(SnowyTheWereRabbit the Leporid from Hell, Fri 6 Aug 2010, 10:18, 2 replies)

Ace.
That made me snort a bit of snot onto my desk. It's clear though so I'm totally healthy.
(Bababoon, Fri 6 Aug 2010, 10:40, closed)

nothing better
than punting in Oxford
( Amberl was stripey and dominated Europe, Fri 6 Aug 2010, 12:42, closed)