It was a great holiday, but...
... the night a racoon broke into our tent and attacked us will live on in my memories.
... coming down a dirttrack mountain road with no fences with the back end of the car fishtailing about left me needing new underwear.
I'm off on holiday next week somewhere nice and safe. Tell us your holiday stories.
( , Thu 21 Apr 2005, 9:55)
... the night a racoon broke into our tent and attacked us will live on in my memories.
... coming down a dirttrack mountain road with no fences with the back end of the car fishtailing about left me needing new underwear.
I'm off on holiday next week somewhere nice and safe. Tell us your holiday stories.
( , Thu 21 Apr 2005, 9:55)
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It was a great holiday but...
...in retrospect, it was probably not the wisest thing in the world to throw rocks off the top of the Brecon Beacons to see how far down the mountain they'd roll.
And roll. And roll. And roll.
Right through a posse of extremely angry SAS men, all of whom resembled Grant Mitchell, only bigger, angrier and seething like a man who'd accidentally wiped his arse on the bleach-flavour toilet wipes.
Honestly, some people just have no manners, and we DID say we were sorry.
( , Mon 25 Apr 2005, 10:41, Reply)
...in retrospect, it was probably not the wisest thing in the world to throw rocks off the top of the Brecon Beacons to see how far down the mountain they'd roll.
And roll. And roll. And roll.
Right through a posse of extremely angry SAS men, all of whom resembled Grant Mitchell, only bigger, angrier and seething like a man who'd accidentally wiped his arse on the bleach-flavour toilet wipes.
Honestly, some people just have no manners, and we DID say we were sorry.
( , Mon 25 Apr 2005, 10:41, Reply)
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