The bench.
Whilst on holiday snowboarding in Les Deux Alpes, myself and rather strapping rugby player mate of mine (a 6'4", 330lbs, tight-head prop) took a shine to a *very* large cast iron and wood bench outside a bar.

Cue the pair of us carrying said bench for about 1/2 a mile through the centre of the resort in freezing conditions.

For reasons that are too complicated to explain at this juncture, we were both wearing full Scottish Highland Formal wear (Kilt, Bonnie Prince Charlie jacket etc.)

The look of utter bemusement on the faces of the two local Gendarme, as they drove slowly past us was priceless. They simply looked at us with Gallic indifference, as if two men in kilts carrying a bench, in the snow was perfectly normal.

The next morning we attempted to move said furniture to a better spot outside the chalet we were staying in and neither of us could lift it. It ended up being dumped at a bus stop for a courtesy coach.

Length, Girth etc.
(ColdLazarus, Mon 13 Jun 2005, 16:27, Reply)