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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Best & Worst
Worst - I was 12, I desperately wanted a toy typewriter so I could play secretaries, & for my main present, my mother bought me a sleeping bag. I was not an avid camper at this age, and not a happy child on my birthday.
Best - 20th, Bradford, good music, mind altering substances, projectile vomitting on the shoes of someone I didn't like, then ending up on Ilkley Moor at 4am with a man that defines the phrase 'I love me' trying to wave in aircraft with glowsticks & flourescent trousers.
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Worst - I was 12, I desperately wanted a toy typewriter so I could play secretaries, & for my main present, my mother bought me a sleeping bag. I was not an avid camper at this age, and not a happy child on my birthday.
Best - 20th, Bradford, good music, mind altering substances, projectile vomitting on the shoes of someone I didn't like, then ending up on Ilkley Moor at 4am with a man that defines the phrase 'I love me' trying to wave in aircraft with glowsticks & flourescent trousers.
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