The Worst Journey in the World
Aspley Cherry Garrard was the youngest member of the Scott Polar Expedition when he and two others lost their tent to the winds of a night-time snowstorm. They spent hours in temperatures below -70°F stumbling about the ice floes hoping they'd bump into it as it was their only hope of survival.
OK, so that was bad, but we reckon you've had worse. We know how hard you lot are.
( , Thu 7 Sep 2006, 12:40)
Aspley Cherry Garrard was the youngest member of the Scott Polar Expedition when he and two others lost their tent to the winds of a night-time snowstorm. They spent hours in temperatures below -70°F stumbling about the ice floes hoping they'd bump into it as it was their only hope of survival.
OK, so that was bad, but we reckon you've had worse. We know how hard you lot are.
( , Thu 7 Sep 2006, 12:40)
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Peterborough don't do it.
I once persuaded Mrs Calgacus that it was worth driving back from a holiday in central France (Auxerre) to Scotland to watch a football match. "Should take us 8 hours," I said. Try 21 hours of solid hell, much of it spent on the M25, with the light relief of the exhaust falling off on a northern stretch of the M6. The score? 0-0. Reader, I married her.
I once went up Goat Fell on the island of Arran in 80mph winds and horizontal rain so heavy it was like the sea was trying to ride me bareback. When we got back down a nice lady in a hotel mentioned that some poor sod had been blown off (and not in a good way).
I once trudged back from Ibrox to central Glasgow in the deep snow after seeing my football team humped 7-0. Ibrox is not a friendly place for opposition fans cold and alone in the dark.
All that though pales into insignificance compared to the 20 minute taxi ride I took through Peterborough. What a dump. Do you realise people actually live there???
( , Thu 7 Sep 2006, 14:03, Reply)
I once persuaded Mrs Calgacus that it was worth driving back from a holiday in central France (Auxerre) to Scotland to watch a football match. "Should take us 8 hours," I said. Try 21 hours of solid hell, much of it spent on the M25, with the light relief of the exhaust falling off on a northern stretch of the M6. The score? 0-0. Reader, I married her.
I once went up Goat Fell on the island of Arran in 80mph winds and horizontal rain so heavy it was like the sea was trying to ride me bareback. When we got back down a nice lady in a hotel mentioned that some poor sod had been blown off (and not in a good way).
I once trudged back from Ibrox to central Glasgow in the deep snow after seeing my football team humped 7-0. Ibrox is not a friendly place for opposition fans cold and alone in the dark.
All that though pales into insignificance compared to the 20 minute taxi ride I took through Peterborough. What a dump. Do you realise people actually live there???
( , Thu 7 Sep 2006, 14:03, Reply)
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