No amusing anecdotes sadly....
Just that I was re-reading my diaries that were kept throughout my secondary school years the other night, and they were truly tragic, and my yearning for a Scottish lad named Paul is total mush, why I didn't just ask him straight out I do not know. So going slightly (well ok, totally off topic.......)

The highlight of the diaries (circa 1994 to 1999) is possibly the week we went on school trip to Germany to see all the concentration camps (panning out quite well for unrequited love this story, isn't it?) when we all got pissed on cheap beer in the dorms and ran chasing each other with water pistols, pissing all the Germans off and ending in wild stories reaching us that our history teach had NOT gotten totally shit faced and was seen walking round the woods that overlooked the youth hostel, but in fact it was a touch of food poisoning.

Happy days.
(Pumba Look for the red flashing light again... no!!!!!, Fri 11 Dec 2009, 21:33, Reply)