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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what's that f##kin' smell ?Spin back quite a few years to my dim and distant yoof...I live in central jockland with my folks, grandparents nerby but a lot of aunts/uncles and cousins my age live way the hell up north past the snowline !
Summer trips to visit them somewhere between buttf#ck and Peterhead (nice village as I recall) consisted of us all getting into my gran's mustard yellow austin allegro 1300 with a 8track tape deck and an apparently limitless supply of Jimmy Shand, The Alexander Brothers and Sydney FU#KIN' Devine cassettes. To top it off she (my old gran was lovely BTW) used to go collect her milk every day from the farm up the road from her house, fresh from the dairy, barely moments from the udder and return it to her house in a little alloy pail-thing with a loose fitting lid. End result = very fresh, creamy milk slopping out onto the footwell of the car. The stench rising from the carpet after 5hours driving north with the windows closed (it's Scotchland remember - it was invariably pissing down !) is something that still lives with me...to this day I cannot stand rank milk - strong cheese can give me the boak even !
Sorry - no buses, alocohol, foreign travel to funny countries, illicit substances (unless you count the smell of that lairy milk) Quite dull now I look back over it but it's obviously left an impression on me !
Length, girth...bah !
(, Fri 8 Sep 2006, 16:11, Reply)
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