Possessed
One bollock freezing November in 1994, Our college forced us to go to a Welsh activity centre to "Team Build". It was hideous. We did bond though, mainly through fear and also due to the few activity leaders that would let us buy alcohol on the way back from orienteering or whatever pointless exercise they had us do. One exercise was that we had to endure a night on a Welsh slate mountain and we all got rather drunk on Jack Daniels and smoked far too much of the "Mary Jane", as a very sheltered naive 17 year old, it all affected me rather badly and I apparently started dancing round and claiming I was possessed by a "Comedy Demon" much to everyones amusement. The next morning I felt like crap and vomited pretty much all day. This didn't stop the Welsh dictators at the centre from making me walk up Mount Snowdon with a really bad hangover, the leader guy from the night before helped me walk up the mountain and kept saying hello to passers-by as he went. At the summit, just after our leader announced that we were at the very peak of the mountain and should be proud of ourselves, I vomited on that exact point and looked round to see some German tourists filming me, so following what I thought was mountaineering etiquette I politely turned and waved saying a cheery "Hello" inbetween retching. They smiled, filmed me some more and wondered off.
So somewhere a film of me vomming like a bastard on the summit of Snowdon exists in a German tourists holiday video. And nearly 12 years later, I'm still incredibly happy about that.
(Anarchy Duck, Tue 20 Dec 2005, 12:18, Reply)