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Describe your perfect holiday, where would you go? what would you do?
(, Mon 19 Apr 2010, 12:58, 99 replies, latest was 16 years ago)
and spend the week on the beach drinking from pineapples or in the water pretending I was a mermaid.
(, Mon 19 Apr 2010, 13:00, Reply)
5 days of living in my own filth and getting hammered on cloudy cider whilst drifting between bands.
Perfect.
(, Mon 19 Apr 2010, 13:00, Reply)
I'm going to buy some new wellies next month then I'll start looking forward to it.
(, Mon 19 Apr 2010, 13:05, Reply)
Minus the cider, though, repulsive stuff.
(, Mon 19 Apr 2010, 13:04, Reply)
has appealed to my cockles this year.. That's fine though, saves me the hundreds of dollas..
(, Mon 19 Apr 2010, 13:34, Reply)
but you're wrong about the lineup: amongst the dross are some great acts.
(, Mon 19 Apr 2010, 13:37, Reply)
Is the one UK festival where the line-up has next to no bearing on how good a time you'll have there.
(, Mon 19 Apr 2010, 13:41, Reply)
Truely, I'd like long enough to walk around the coast of mainland UK during a summer, staying in quaint B&Bs, camping and cooking fresh sea fish on fires on the beach.
(, Mon 19 Apr 2010, 13:04, Reply)
Eight or ten miles a day along cliffs and beaches. It'd be fucking hard work but so worth it.
(, Mon 19 Apr 2010, 13:06, Reply)
Please?
(, Mon 19 Apr 2010, 13:13, Reply)
I've already got The Littlest Hobo theme queued up.
(, Mon 19 Apr 2010, 13:15, Reply)
Striding along the clifftops, salt wind in your nostrils.
Four pints in your bladder.
*sighs*
(, Mon 19 Apr 2010, 13:19, Reply)
from the little I've seen anyway. Damned work keeping away from the internet.
(, Mon 19 Apr 2010, 13:27, Reply)
Went to see a local band on Saturday but unfortunately I didn't enjoy it as much as I normally would as my eyes were giving me gip and it made me terribly grumpy.
Yesterday was very 'meh' though as the missus wasn't too chipper and it was pissing with rain.
(, Mon 19 Apr 2010, 13:34, Reply)
So what did I do? Spent yesterday afternoon smoking hashish in a darkened room watching a documentary on Helen of Troy.
(, Mon 19 Apr 2010, 13:39, Reply)
We could pretend to be tramps and everything.
I once met Bill Bryson when he was doing a Cornish Coast Path walk for a book he planned. He'd done about three quarters of the path when we met. Don't remember the book coming out though.
(, Mon 19 Apr 2010, 13:09, Reply)
I did eight miles of the North coast path from Crackington to Boscastle - it was complete heaven.
(, Mon 19 Apr 2010, 13:11, Reply)
You sick cunt. Have you no respect for the dead?
(, Mon 19 Apr 2010, 13:18, Reply)
6-12 months on Oahu, learning to surf and getting some major polynesian ink.
(, Mon 19 Apr 2010, 13:02, Reply)
costa rica is where it's at
(, Mon 19 Apr 2010, 13:05, Reply)
I can put up with many cunts to get inked by a master.
(, Mon 19 Apr 2010, 14:25, Reply)
or Cambodia - I really, really need to visit Angkor Wat (and Glitter up a few kids whilst I'm about it, obviously).
*whilst ripped to the tits on peyote, coke and weed.
(, Mon 19 Apr 2010, 13:08, Reply)
Or Cumbria.
In Florence I'd be all floaty and that.
In Cumbria I'd go for walks and drink wine under a tree in my fave spot.
(, Mon 19 Apr 2010, 13:12, Reply)
it was beautiful. It did flood on the last day so I got a bit soggy, but worth it.
(, Mon 19 Apr 2010, 13:31, Reply)
pristine mountains, wide empty spaces and a warm lodge with wine and meaty goodies to come home to.
(, Mon 19 Apr 2010, 13:19, Reply)
someone whose middle names are 'likes' and 'little'.
(, Mon 19 Apr 2010, 13:23, Reply)
has a nice ring to it.
I like the internal rhyming couplet.
(, Mon 19 Apr 2010, 13:32, Reply)
With friends, one of whom must be able to play the guitar.
As I'm actually going to Greece with Tourettes and DG this year, I anticipate that this holiday will come a very close second.
(, Mon 19 Apr 2010, 13:25, Reply)
With a woman whose farts sound like an elephant playing a saxophone?
*Ninja editor*
(, Mon 19 Apr 2010, 13:28, Reply)
One night she was mumbling away to herself, getting quite irate at something, then sat bolt upright and exclaimed, very loudly, "OH FOR FUCK'S SAKE!". Then she lay back down and continued muttering.
(, Mon 19 Apr 2010, 13:33, Reply)
I know a similar blog already exists but that would be brilliant.
(, Mon 19 Apr 2010, 13:35, Reply)
I don't understand it most of the time.
(, Mon 19 Apr 2010, 13:37, Reply)
I'd like to visit the north, Massachusetts, Connecticut, Rhode Island.
(, Mon 19 Apr 2010, 13:31, Reply)
All I know is what I've seen in Me, Myself and Irene and Family Guy.
(, Mon 19 Apr 2010, 13:37, Reply)
Alternatively, I will play along and make out that I'm a reaaaaal smart!
(, Mon 19 Apr 2010, 13:40, Reply)
but couldn't be arsed.
Do enlighten us Kristine.
(, Mon 19 Apr 2010, 13:44, Reply)
Probably because all the alcohol I drank on friday killed my taste buds.
(, Mon 19 Apr 2010, 13:38, Reply)
that I love a Big Mac. I feel like crap afterwards but mmmmmmm..
(, Mon 19 Apr 2010, 13:41, Reply)
Massachusetts has no lights, Connecticut has Yankees and Rhode Island has red chickens.
(, Mon 19 Apr 2010, 13:36, Reply)
Have you ever heard a song and it gives you a whimsical feeling?
Like you should be in a certain place listening to this song at a certain time?
Like you shouldn't be where you are?
(, Mon 19 Apr 2010, 13:37, Reply)
(Which I can do now it's long)
(, Mon 19 Apr 2010, 13:39, Reply)
I think it's possibly one of my favourite cities what I've been to.
(, Mon 19 Apr 2010, 13:41, Reply)
yes, there is.
For me San Francisco will always be the Seventies.
I was a serious hippy, man.
(, Mon 19 Apr 2010, 14:54, Reply)
(, Mon 19 Apr 2010, 13:41, Reply)
if you don't mind IRA-funding 'oi'm Oirish, so I am, so I am' tossers.
(, Mon 19 Apr 2010, 13:42, Reply)
Instead of these plastic paddies as they are known at Celtic Park..
(, Mon 19 Apr 2010, 13:43, Reply)
It is down to individual choice.
(, Mon 19 Apr 2010, 13:50, Reply)
cause a fairly large proportion of the world's problems. The Israel situation could be viewed as an extension of that, to a certain extent...
(, Mon 19 Apr 2010, 13:49, Reply)
a fantastic experiment in country creation, in this case defining people by location and in Isreal by religion.
(, Mon 19 Apr 2010, 13:53, Reply)
When I moved to London I stole my father's 45 of that.
(, Mon 19 Apr 2010, 13:56, Reply)
but I still think the solution to the whole problem is The Gaza Strip Beer Festival.
Granted, both sides would have to put aside a few fairly important religious prohibitions, but in my experience, there are few friendlier atmospheres than a medium-sized beer festival. Give them a few hours to put away some refreshing pints of ale with some pork scratchings and they'd soon realise that they were all perfectly nice people and the whole thing really wasn't worth squabbling over. Then they'd eventually get to the sad-drunk stage and start tearfully apologising for the way each side treated the other and eventually they could just relax about it and LEARN TO SHARE PROPERLY LIKE GROWN-UPS.
(, Mon 19 Apr 2010, 13:57, Reply)
You are my best fucking friend and I love you, mate.(hic)
No pork scratchings in Gaza though. Bad idea. Loadsa peanuts of various denominations.
(, Mon 19 Apr 2010, 14:20, Reply)
so I'm sure a lorry load of pork scratchings and pies could be arranged as well.
(, Mon 19 Apr 2010, 14:22, Reply)
Hatred of pork products could be a first step at union for them.
(, Mon 19 Apr 2010, 15:14, Reply)
I don't know what 150,000 stranded Britons are whinging about, to be honest. I'd relish the chance at impromptu overland travel.
(, Mon 19 Apr 2010, 13:50, Reply)
quite seperate families I know got 'stranded' on holiday and the solution by their tour operators was to book them another week.
"My Hell in Corfu" stories will follow no doubt.
(, Mon 19 Apr 2010, 14:59, Reply)
and pined to return to Morocco. Not to Marrakech itself which I think I'd struggle with (bit too mental) but to the beautiful coastal town of Essaouira. I love the idea of selecting seafood fished that very morning, from the catch displayed by the man who caught it, and then having it grilled for you on the quayside by his family.
I can smell it now. MmmMmmmMMMmmmmm......
(, Mon 19 Apr 2010, 13:59, Reply)
because i've been to Egypt twice (only for diving though) and Tunisia once, and North Africa seems like a horrible shit-hole. Yet everyone I know who has been to Morocco loved it.
Please be explaining...
(, Mon 19 Apr 2010, 14:32, Reply)
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