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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Reading through these does bring up some memories I tells ya
This was quite a journey in itself. Myself and the now ex had just agreed to go on a break, and two days later I went down to pick up my stuff. First things first, the bank were being arses. Again. After careful (read as pleading) negotiation I get train fare, and head down to Nottingham. I get there, utterly annoyed at the whole transport system, only to find that said ex, two hours after breaking up with me via telephone, was shagging a mate. Right. Then followed a rather odd evening which is forever graven in my memory as one of the worst nights of my life. I got free beer though, like that was any consolation. Then, the next day, I get all my stuff, and pack it all up. I get home, and arrive in the waiting arms of my family, to begin a long and rather rough emotional recovery, only to find said ex had nicked my PS2. Fucking bitch cunt whore motherfucking... **walks off into distance swearing under breath**
( , Sat 9 Sep 2006, 20:44, Reply)
This was quite a journey in itself. Myself and the now ex had just agreed to go on a break, and two days later I went down to pick up my stuff. First things first, the bank were being arses. Again. After careful (read as pleading) negotiation I get train fare, and head down to Nottingham. I get there, utterly annoyed at the whole transport system, only to find that said ex, two hours after breaking up with me via telephone, was shagging a mate. Right. Then followed a rather odd evening which is forever graven in my memory as one of the worst nights of my life. I got free beer though, like that was any consolation. Then, the next day, I get all my stuff, and pack it all up. I get home, and arrive in the waiting arms of my family, to begin a long and rather rough emotional recovery, only to find said ex had nicked my PS2. Fucking bitch cunt whore motherfucking... **walks off into distance swearing under breath**
( , Sat 9 Sep 2006, 20:44, Reply)
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