Now, there was no need for that...
Tell us about the times when an already difficult situation has been made worse for no good reason. Pollollups writes, "As if being given a muscle relaxant and trapped in an MRI tube wasn't bad enough: whilst thus immobilised, they played me Dido."
( , Thu 16 Jun 2005, 7:46)
Tell us about the times when an already difficult situation has been made worse for no good reason. Pollollups writes, "As if being given a muscle relaxant and trapped in an MRI tube wasn't bad enough: whilst thus immobilised, they played me Dido."
( , Thu 16 Jun 2005, 7:46)
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Never camping again...
A great family tradition, the whole camping thing... Our annual summer jaunt involved borrowing a caravan (we lived in a shoebox), strapping it to our old cortina and chugging off to a campsite in Nottingham...
This particular summer was the wettest on record for decades, but we were being pretty British about it, and determined to enjoy our holiday despite the miserable weather and the fact that we were knee-deep in mud and in danger of catching pneumonia. I was playing French cricket (though if memory serves, the only things remotely French about it were that it involved a dangerous combination of a tennis racket and a cricket ball and that it was a complete waste of time).
My brother was in bat and after misjudging my bowling somewhat, returned the ball at speed squarely into my face, knocking out the loose front tooth that had been my only other source of entertainment (I could whistle so that it lifted up and hovvered threateningly under my top lip)...
An act of needless violence if ever I saw one. Never did find the tooth either, so I lost out on 20p :o(
( , Thu 16 Jun 2005, 17:13, Reply)
A great family tradition, the whole camping thing... Our annual summer jaunt involved borrowing a caravan (we lived in a shoebox), strapping it to our old cortina and chugging off to a campsite in Nottingham...
This particular summer was the wettest on record for decades, but we were being pretty British about it, and determined to enjoy our holiday despite the miserable weather and the fact that we were knee-deep in mud and in danger of catching pneumonia. I was playing French cricket (though if memory serves, the only things remotely French about it were that it involved a dangerous combination of a tennis racket and a cricket ball and that it was a complete waste of time).
My brother was in bat and after misjudging my bowling somewhat, returned the ball at speed squarely into my face, knocking out the loose front tooth that had been my only other source of entertainment (I could whistle so that it lifted up and hovvered threateningly under my top lip)...
An act of needless violence if ever I saw one. Never did find the tooth either, so I lost out on 20p :o(
( , Thu 16 Jun 2005, 17:13, Reply)
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