The Worst Journey in the WorldAspley 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.
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chthonic, Thu 7 Sep 2006, 12:40)
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Fucking national express.2004. End of summer, but it was hot as satans arsehole after a vindaloo. My dad lives in bedfordshite, a small town called St Neots if anyone knows it. AS usual, a lovely trip back down to plymouth, consisting of:
Start: 0730, leave the house, go down to Stansted.
0930, get the coach to heathrow.
1200, get to heathrow. Just missed a coach, wait around for a couple of hours for the next one at half two.
1430: Drive off.
1545: Break down at some shitty (modbury?) service station.
I then waited something like three hours until another coach came by with room for spare passengers. Obviously, I am not pleased. Get to bristol at about 1930, eat a shitty sandwich that gives me food poisoning and the shits in under half an hour.
I get on the next coach at 2030,cold but sweating like a rapist from the combined heat of the coaches and the food poisoning.
Get into plymouth at 2320.
Time taken, usually: 7/8 hours.
Time actually taken: 15 hours.
Length? Girth? It all came out at once and pebbledashed the bowl.
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