My worst journey actually got me nowhere...
My worst journey was actually on a big wheel at a winter fair in our town (The Mart if you are unfortunate enough to know it), thus rendering it pointless as it got me nowhere but was supposedly in the name of fun and frivolity.

My best friend, boyfriend of the time and myself cosied ourselves into the carriage whilst they convinced me (a rider for the first time) that the ride was not going to fall over/collapse into a ball of flame/eject me at its highest point.

Just as I was getting into the ride, it stopped. I was informed this was to let passengers off at then bottom. As we sat suspended almost at the top, a few little 'flakes' of white pitter pattered past our eyes. As Charlotte declared "It's snowing" we looked up open mouthed (as seems to be a natural reflex). Upon clocking the man vomiting on us from the carriage above, we soon realised it was not in fact snow.

Charlotte and I began to jiggle around whilst the man vomited on us FOUR more times and we screamed "I gock ick ong my ipsh get it ogh!" without daring to close our mouths for fear of digesting the already digested. Eventually the carriage started to move.

We got off cloaked in spew and had to drive home in my Metro with all the windows open...on second thoughts THAT was the worst journey ever.

P.S. We later found out it was one of my mums employees who had sicked on us as he went into work and bragged about it...my mum and all her cronies who knew the story burst out laughing and told him who they had been sick on..not a jot of sympathy!!
(gingerclaire I wanna go out bouncin', Wed 13 Sep 2006, 10:45, Reply)