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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Best holiday in the world ever!
3 years ago on my stag night...
In Copenhagen, dancing in an irish bar to a live band, playing songs by The Pogues and other bands such as Survivor (god knows how they managed to go from Irish Rover to Eye of the Tiger withought missing a beat!) surrounded by danish women, all my friends are there and we are steaming drunk, we sang till we went hoarse...
Then off to a club, covered in sweat and beer, we all dance (badly) till 6 in the morning....
We leave the club, and it's light outside....
Do you know how much of a mindf*ck it is to come out of a nightclub into daylight? it's like 'who turned on the fooking lights?'
But we al piled into a taxi, and then home to bed....
Best bits.
1. All my mates there, it had been quite a few years since we had all been together.
2. The danish women!
3. The danish beer.
4. No bloody hangover!
Magic, i'll never forget it ever.
Sorry for length but I dont care!
Phat (sweaty and covered in beer) Dave
( , Tue 26 Apr 2005, 22:58, Reply)
3 years ago on my stag night...
In Copenhagen, dancing in an irish bar to a live band, playing songs by The Pogues and other bands such as Survivor (god knows how they managed to go from Irish Rover to Eye of the Tiger withought missing a beat!) surrounded by danish women, all my friends are there and we are steaming drunk, we sang till we went hoarse...
Then off to a club, covered in sweat and beer, we all dance (badly) till 6 in the morning....
We leave the club, and it's light outside....
Do you know how much of a mindf*ck it is to come out of a nightclub into daylight? it's like 'who turned on the fooking lights?'
But we al piled into a taxi, and then home to bed....
Best bits.
1. All my mates there, it had been quite a few years since we had all been together.
2. The danish women!
3. The danish beer.
4. No bloody hangover!
Magic, i'll never forget it ever.
Sorry for length but I dont care!
Phat (sweaty and covered in beer) Dave
( , Tue 26 Apr 2005, 22:58, Reply)
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