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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Ooh, another one
Again, not mine. My brother turned 22 exactly one week ago, and celebrated in the classic style of hiring a gorilla costume, and doing Tai Chi in the park, then climbing up a tree to drink champagne with his friends. It was all jolly, harmless fun until he was picked up by the police, who didn't trust his story, so got another van-load of policerers to search him. It seems they thought he was either one of those Fathers For Justice, or an animal rights protestor, or possibly some form of general terrorist. Those damned terrorists with their gorilla combat.
(do you get it? a pun, with the word guerilla... I don't think you get it.)
( , Wed 14 Dec 2005, 19:56, Reply)
Again, not mine. My brother turned 22 exactly one week ago, and celebrated in the classic style of hiring a gorilla costume, and doing Tai Chi in the park, then climbing up a tree to drink champagne with his friends. It was all jolly, harmless fun until he was picked up by the police, who didn't trust his story, so got another van-load of policerers to search him. It seems they thought he was either one of those Fathers For Justice, or an animal rights protestor, or possibly some form of general terrorist. Those damned terrorists with their gorilla combat.
(do you get it? a pun, with the word guerilla... I don't think you get it.)
( , Wed 14 Dec 2005, 19:56, Reply)
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