Fairly off topic
After completing the Nijmegen Vierdaggse, and then all my Duke of Edinburgh awards, I was asked to lead a group of younger kids around their Bronze expedition for my school.
Now I was 18, they were all around 14-16, and they were clueless. Couldn't find their arse for their elbow, let alone navigate along fields using a map and compass.

One kid got on my nerves from the very start. A whiny fat kid with ill fitting boots, about 5lb too much weight in his pack and a nasty temper.

About half way through day two we wander down a particularly rough track, doing about 2km/h due to fat kid and his knee problems (read as 'being a whiny bastard'). I warn everybody to watch their footing as there would be potholes in the area.

Guess who not only falls into a pothole, but also brakes his ankle, prompting me to call in the air helicopter (we were about 5 miles from any roads), and call a big end-ex to the entire trip.
The fat kid.

I swear I had a little smile on my face as he sat there whimpering in pain while we bunked down and had a cuppa waiting for the damn chopper.
( Pointy Head poked another hole in my anorak on, Sun 10 Dec 2006, 14:32, Reply)