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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Broken bum and a coach trip...
Back in my schooldays, my comprehensive desperately tried to live up to its middle class pretensions by organising annual ski holidays for the kids, but as most of us were either from farming families or had parents that worked for bugger all at the local 'tomic plant (that should give the school away) we all went by hire coach. To Austria.
Now normally this is something to be born with gritted teeth and inventive ways of filling the boredom of driving across most of Europe.
Unfortunately about 2 weeks before going, an aforementioned farmers son (who had taken a dislike to the fact that I a) used words with more than 2 syllables and b) had my dad's home county accent), decided to kick me in the arse with his steel toecapped boot and fractured my coccyx. Now for those who don't know, this is the base of your spine that takes a lot of pressure when you sit down.
And I had to sit on a coach for 40+ hours. Pain wasn't the word.
I think I became slightly addicted to Ibuprofen that week.
Still can't sit in a chair for more than a couple of hours even though it was well over 11 years ago...
( , Thu 7 Sep 2006, 17:42, Reply)
Back in my schooldays, my comprehensive desperately tried to live up to its middle class pretensions by organising annual ski holidays for the kids, but as most of us were either from farming families or had parents that worked for bugger all at the local 'tomic plant (that should give the school away) we all went by hire coach. To Austria.
Now normally this is something to be born with gritted teeth and inventive ways of filling the boredom of driving across most of Europe.
Unfortunately about 2 weeks before going, an aforementioned farmers son (who had taken a dislike to the fact that I a) used words with more than 2 syllables and b) had my dad's home county accent), decided to kick me in the arse with his steel toecapped boot and fractured my coccyx. Now for those who don't know, this is the base of your spine that takes a lot of pressure when you sit down.
And I had to sit on a coach for 40+ hours. Pain wasn't the word.
I think I became slightly addicted to Ibuprofen that week.
Still can't sit in a chair for more than a couple of hours even though it was well over 11 years ago...
( , Thu 7 Sep 2006, 17:42, Reply)
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