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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Guess what I did this time?Not in a car though.I'd been to a birthday party of a friend of a friend with 3 other lads.I was in Wythenshawe I think and we'd got off the train at Manchester Airport.As per,I had a skinful and as we were sat on the train,waiting for it to leave,I needed to spew.I staggered back to the toilet with such an unsteady gait,you'd have thought the train was doing 100 mph over large rocks.I had a little spew and obeyed the sign telling me not to flush in the station.I wander back to my seat,whereupon I immediately need to empty myself again.I did this about 4 times in all,filling the loo with more and more lager and bile.Eventually,it stopped.I needed a drink ,as my throat felt like I'd been gargling battery acid and sand.What's in the machine on the platform?Mountain bloody Dew.More like pissy antifreeze.Anyway,I sat semi-comatose on the train for about an hour more,waiting for it to leave,can of fluorescent cack in hand.We set off and I must have fallen asleep,because my next memory is waking up with a wet crotch saying,"I didn't piss meself.It's me can of pop."Thankfully it was.All that remained was the peculiar taxi driver who complained in his comedy Jamaican accent about "All dem Girls be coming in me cab after dey one night stands,all smelling a fish"
And so to bed
(, Sun 10 Sep 2006, 22:12, Reply)
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