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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Second worstI think I've got the second worst birthday. November 9th...9/11 as any European kno...
My 30th. I'd hoped to be off work and up to unspeakable shenanigins but to everyone's astonishment my employers won a mighty contract with a Belgian company the week before so me and a couple of gobshites were parcelled off to Antwerp.
The gobshites were called Tom and Chris and had interchangable voices, and they talked about all the technical and boring stuff while I talked about money. Anyway. One of these gobshites discovered that I was being 30 on the last night of our exile in Antwerp and asked our hosts where to take me.
I ended up being coerced into some sort of knocking shop. Now, I like a bit of jiggerypokery as much as the next guy or girl but not when a gang of salivating cretins are hanging on your every move, and not when I'm in a peculiar city, feeling old and missing the then Mrs. Disappointed terribly.
So I went mad. I kicked over a table, shouted curses at the IT clowns, and ran.
This may not make amusing reading,I suppose, but it's retelling in B3TA form is cathartic and I've often wondered how the socially inept IT boys who dragged me there explained themselves to the formidable madam.
Too long? Well that's a first.
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The Disappointed Caravanner of the year, Mon 12 Dec 2005, 21:20,
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