BirthdaysMy 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?
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chthonic, Fri 9 Dec 2005, 11:07)
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Not sure..Whether it was a best or a worst birthday. Twas in one of the over-sized Harry Ramsden's food halls. I had, fitting my idiom, polished off a fish considerably larger than my stomach capacity, and then loaded strawberry ice-cream on top of that. It finished me off. Yet, as I ran full-pelt down the hallway, I simply couldn't contain myself. I began to belch up large quantities of fishy-flakied-icy-creamy goo into my cupped hands. Soon they were full. Just as I ran past the children's party entertainer, a man in a full-size Postman Pat outfit, my hands overflew and my vomit-art spattered his trousers, to the rapturous tears and screams of the kids party. But it did not end there, as when I finally reached the toilet, I decided to aim for the sink rather than the bog itself. In five minutes flat, not only had I pasted the length of Harry Ramsden's and Postman Pat with my splooge, but I had also filled an entire basin. My dad felt pangs of guilt and waded arm-deep in viscous bile and fish-cream to unblock the sink, whilst I left feeling a mixture of shame and pride. I believe I was eight or nine at the time.
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