This reminds me of my time in the Noweigan olympic relay-javelin team.
There were four of us, but I was the only non-dwarf. Anyway, practice had been going well, so we decided to get out of the office for a bit and went hiking up Snowdon for a week. We'd been warned that it was usually only about a day's hike to the summit, so to make it last we spiralled the mountain instead, like some sort of giant obtuse screw.
By day nine, we'd reached the halfway point but realised we'd forgotten to bring any tea bags.
Needless to say we put our relay-javelin skills into action and managed to stab a passing German with a well aimed spork. He died from a beautiful heamothorax. As we rifled through his backback, however, all we could find were decaffeinated teabags.

We all vowed that that would be our last venture into the dark and evil world of german backpacks.

However, ten years later they released the first Harry Potter film which forced me to become a satanic nun and practice wicca and voodoo and other dumbarsed shit which preys on the pockets of wankers who will believe anything. I also burn my skin off to stop myself catching demonic viruses in the underworld.
( baldmonkey a frothy foul-smelling vaginal discharge, Fri 21 Apr 2006, 17:27, Reply)