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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ButlinsDecided to go to Butlins once, having let Mrs Maneki decide what holiday to go on. A journey of just over 160 miles, theoretically around 2 hours by motorway rocket.
Unfortunately this distance was covered using public transport, and took 9 1/2 hours, a journey featuring a bus, a train, another train, another train, another bus and another bus. As we travelled down, the nearer we got to Butlins the higher the proportion of skin-crawlingly repellant scumfucks on said transport got, as though Butlins radiated a homing signal summoning the dregs of Britain's estate dwelling monstrocities to their scabarous mothership.
The journey was utterly awful, not just because of the continuous indignity of our surroundings, but because through it all we knew that we would be spending the next week living cheek by flacid jowl with these animals, and that at the end of the week, a repeat of this horrific journey would still stand between us and the sanctity of home.
How many holidays must we all go on which make us wish to be at work? The next year I picked the holiday destination. It took only four hours longer to cover the additional 2000 miles to Vegas.
Vegas is better than Butlins.
(, Fri 8 Sep 2006, 10:03, Reply)
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