Another one
Just thought of another one.

In year 7, we went to Germany for the end of term. Handily, we decided to drive by coach. As anyone who has driven there before will testify, it is a bastard long way to go, about 36 hours before you even hit the Rhineland.

Now, it being an all boys school, we got no sleep whatsoever, what with drawing on people's faces, human buckaroo and endless gameboy games. When we finally got there, our hotel was dismal, with dimly lit corridors and rooms, and damn in most of the rooms.

We arrived about mid afternoon, and went into the local town. whilst walking around, having stayed up for a good two days straight, i felt a bit faint. This progressed to a strange state where everything was spinning and blurry around the edges, and I was wandering around the town like this. I must of looked absolutely bladdered before I even knew the joys of alcohol.

Anyway, it wasn't as bad as the trip where people got flick combs confiscated. Flick combs! I ask you... what are they going to do, slick your hair back to death?
(Urban Hermit Exit, pursued by a bear on, Sun 10 Dec 2006, 22:57, Reply)