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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Journey to Leicester
I worked in Leicester for a few months a couple of years back and used to commute back and forth by car every few weeks (i live in Aberdeen) Imagine my horror when on one trip down the wipers of the car decide to stop working. Not a problem unless it's the Lake District .. oh and and what seemed to be the foggiest, stormiest and wettest day of the year . Bit of a nightmare driving on the M6 trying to control the wipers with string from the open side windows in the middle of the lake districk, so picture if you will completing the journey in the pissing rain and fog having to manually control the wipers by pulling strings out of each side window, it was fucking scary, visibility was pretty much nill and the feeling of massive artics overtaking you asn you tried to stay on the road was quite an experience. I was glad to get to Leicester for the first and only time that night. And another thing ... Leicester ... a nasty place i'm going to avoid for the rest of my life.
( , Fri 8 Sep 2006, 1:09, Reply)
I worked in Leicester for a few months a couple of years back and used to commute back and forth by car every few weeks (i live in Aberdeen) Imagine my horror when on one trip down the wipers of the car decide to stop working. Not a problem unless it's the Lake District .. oh and and what seemed to be the foggiest, stormiest and wettest day of the year . Bit of a nightmare driving on the M6 trying to control the wipers with string from the open side windows in the middle of the lake districk, so picture if you will completing the journey in the pissing rain and fog having to manually control the wipers by pulling strings out of each side window, it was fucking scary, visibility was pretty much nill and the feeling of massive artics overtaking you asn you tried to stay on the road was quite an experience. I was glad to get to Leicester for the first and only time that night. And another thing ... Leicester ... a nasty place i'm going to avoid for the rest of my life.
( , Fri 8 Sep 2006, 1:09, Reply)
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