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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Not me but my father
My dad once got stuck in the traffic jam of the century. There was a massive pile-up on the M1 with miles of gridlocked traffic behind it. Nothing had moved for several hours and he was desperate for a piss.
There were several lorries in his lane, and he decided that in the absence of any suitable foliage at the side of the road the most secluded spot in which to empty his bladder would be behind the wheel of one of these lorries.
He got out of the car, stood behind the back wheel of the lorry in front, and began relieving himself. It was at that point that the lorry moved forwards for the first time in four hours, revealing a coach full of small children in the next lane. They were most amused.
And the moral of the story is, always go to the lorry behind.
( , Fri 8 Sep 2006, 10:36, Reply)
My dad once got stuck in the traffic jam of the century. There was a massive pile-up on the M1 with miles of gridlocked traffic behind it. Nothing had moved for several hours and he was desperate for a piss.
There were several lorries in his lane, and he decided that in the absence of any suitable foliage at the side of the road the most secluded spot in which to empty his bladder would be behind the wheel of one of these lorries.
He got out of the car, stood behind the back wheel of the lorry in front, and began relieving himself. It was at that point that the lorry moved forwards for the first time in four hours, revealing a coach full of small children in the next lane. They were most amused.
And the moral of the story is, always go to the lorry behind.
( , Fri 8 Sep 2006, 10:36, Reply)
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