For living in Cornwall when I can't (at least for another couple of years), your punishment is...
I was in Cornwall about two weeks ago on an extreme sports instructor course. As the course was three days and I live a long way from Cornwall (350+ miles) I was also staying there for the day before and the day after. On the evening I finished the course, I was celebrating passing in a beach bar in Newquay. I'd had a couple of drinks with the friendly barstaff when I wandered out onto the terrace to watch the sun go down. As I was doing so, I saw the surf school training on the small strip of beach visible under the incoming tide. One girl of about fifteen or sixteen was clearly not paying attention as she ran along in the breakers, so she was totally oblivious to the freak wave heading straight for her. Perhaps I'm a bad person, but I couldn't help but will her not to turn around.

Sure enough, she didn't turn and the wave clobbered her, making her turn almost a complete cartwheel over the top as it took her legs out. I, being the B3tan that I am, started laughing my head off as she picked herself up with a rather dazed expression. The guilty part came from when I looked to my right and saw a group of three late middle-aged men staring at me as though I had just farted in the prescence of royalty, and slowly shaking their heads...
( MatJ LOOK, Thu 22 Jul 2010, 21:10, 1 reply)

One thing's for certain...
They certainly weren't b3tans...no sense of humour some people.
( snee held his breath since, Fri 23 Jul 2010, 10:17, closed)