Birthdays
My best birthday so far was my 30th, when I held a Polish Bear Hunting evening in some woods - everyone dressed up in hunting gear, ate a Polish hunting stew round a big fire and then, armed with torches, ran out to find the foil-wrapped chocolate bears I'd hidden in the trees.
My worst so far was my first at university - my birthday was the first official day of term, so I thought there'd be loads of people there to have fun with. No, Cambridge is so posh nobody actually turns up on the first night. I got very drunk with the barman.
What extremes of birthdays have you had?
( , Fri 9 Dec 2005, 11:07)
My best birthday so far was my 30th, when I held a Polish Bear Hunting evening in some woods - everyone dressed up in hunting gear, ate a Polish hunting stew round a big fire and then, armed with torches, ran out to find the foil-wrapped chocolate bears I'd hidden in the trees.
My worst so far was my first at university - my birthday was the first official day of term, so I thought there'd be loads of people there to have fun with. No, Cambridge is so posh nobody actually turns up on the first night. I got very drunk with the barman.
What extremes of birthdays have you had?
( , Fri 9 Dec 2005, 11:07)
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Miles from anywhere
I spent my 34th birthday in Rarotonga, in the South Pacific, mostly swimming in the tropical lagoon. Not in the buff like Rosalita though - much as I like that sort of thing they don't look kindly on it in that part of the world, unlike the French :-)
Thousands of miles from anywhere, tropical sun, desert island, no mobile phones. Tremendous.
They've gone and spoiled it now by building a mobile phone network. Still, I can always switch mine off if I go back.
By way of contrast, last year I forgot about my own birthday. I went off to work, and it was only when I was writing the date in my log book that its significance became apparent, and I realised I'd a pile of presents at home I'd forgotten to open!
Must be getting old.....
( , Fri 9 Dec 2005, 13:29, Reply)
I spent my 34th birthday in Rarotonga, in the South Pacific, mostly swimming in the tropical lagoon. Not in the buff like Rosalita though - much as I like that sort of thing they don't look kindly on it in that part of the world, unlike the French :-)
Thousands of miles from anywhere, tropical sun, desert island, no mobile phones. Tremendous.
They've gone and spoiled it now by building a mobile phone network. Still, I can always switch mine off if I go back.
By way of contrast, last year I forgot about my own birthday. I went off to work, and it was only when I was writing the date in my log book that its significance became apparent, and I realised I'd a pile of presents at home I'd forgotten to open!
Must be getting old.....
( , Fri 9 Dec 2005, 13:29, Reply)
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