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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bad journeys eh?
I've had a few.
The most recent one was a 24 hour train journey in a hard seat surrounded by peasants. Turned out to be fr4iendly peasants INSISTENT on sharing their food, fags and beer so that was alright really.
The absolute WORST was in India a few years ago. Only a six hour train ride but i had the mightiest case of the shits i have ever had. This led to me running out of bogroll. Which meant i had to use pages torn out of my book as i was shitting through a hole in the floor of a moving train with a bunch of indian wierdos fucking staring at me. in pain, squatting, pissing out of my arse and stinking to high heaven. it was a good book though, smooth and velvety.
( , Fri 8 Sep 2006, 4:18, Reply)
I've had a few.
The most recent one was a 24 hour train journey in a hard seat surrounded by peasants. Turned out to be fr4iendly peasants INSISTENT on sharing their food, fags and beer so that was alright really.
The absolute WORST was in India a few years ago. Only a six hour train ride but i had the mightiest case of the shits i have ever had. This led to me running out of bogroll. Which meant i had to use pages torn out of my book as i was shitting through a hole in the floor of a moving train with a bunch of indian wierdos fucking staring at me. in pain, squatting, pissing out of my arse and stinking to high heaven. it was a good book though, smooth and velvety.
( , Fri 8 Sep 2006, 4:18, Reply)
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