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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Throwing up on a train
Got food poisoning at work and took the train home just as rush hour was starting. It was packed and I sat head in hands, swaying and sweating, eyes tight shut concentrating on not throwing up. I'd nearly got to my stop when a kindly woman gave me a tissue as my nose had been running onto the floor for the last ten minutes. Just the sight of a puddle of snot broke my concentration and people tutted and moved away as I threw up all over the floor. In between hurls I asked for a plastic bag to empty the rest of my contents into, which Tissue Woman supplied, and then I sat head in hands again, bag of sick dangling from my hand, wondering how things could possibly get any worse. Then Tissue Woman said "Scuse me love, there's a hole in your bag..."
( , Thu 7 Sep 2006, 16:41, Reply)
Got food poisoning at work and took the train home just as rush hour was starting. It was packed and I sat head in hands, swaying and sweating, eyes tight shut concentrating on not throwing up. I'd nearly got to my stop when a kindly woman gave me a tissue as my nose had been running onto the floor for the last ten minutes. Just the sight of a puddle of snot broke my concentration and people tutted and moved away as I threw up all over the floor. In between hurls I asked for a plastic bag to empty the rest of my contents into, which Tissue Woman supplied, and then I sat head in hands again, bag of sick dangling from my hand, wondering how things could possibly get any worse. Then Tissue Woman said "Scuse me love, there's a hole in your bag..."
( , Thu 7 Sep 2006, 16:41, Reply)
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