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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Trains and Wellingborough
For those of you who haven't heard of Wellingborough, its slightly better than Corby. For those of you who haven't heard of Corby, good for you!
Anyway, I had just been to London, train there and back. No delays on the way down (!) and all was going swimmingly.
The train then stops at Wellingborough (the next stop until Kettering, my home town) at 9.25 and the announcement on the train is that we will be departing at 22.10.
I'm not having this, I thought as I got off. I could ring my friend to pick me up and take me back to Kettering. It would be much quicker that way. I rang said friend and sat at the station. All of a sudden, after 15 minutes, the train doors slam shut and off pulls the train.
Cue 20 minutes alone in one of Wellingborough's worst parts waiting for friend.
Apparently, the PA said Twenty-to Ten
( , Sun 10 Sep 2006, 17:23, Reply)
For those of you who haven't heard of Wellingborough, its slightly better than Corby. For those of you who haven't heard of Corby, good for you!
Anyway, I had just been to London, train there and back. No delays on the way down (!) and all was going swimmingly.
The train then stops at Wellingborough (the next stop until Kettering, my home town) at 9.25 and the announcement on the train is that we will be departing at 22.10.
I'm not having this, I thought as I got off. I could ring my friend to pick me up and take me back to Kettering. It would be much quicker that way. I rang said friend and sat at the station. All of a sudden, after 15 minutes, the train doors slam shut and off pulls the train.
Cue 20 minutes alone in one of Wellingborough's worst parts waiting for friend.
Apparently, the PA said Twenty-to Ten
( , Sun 10 Sep 2006, 17:23, Reply)
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