cathyjc
Thru Hiker
What was your worst night out ?
Here's a few to be going on with
www.ukhillwalking.com/articles/features/my_worst_night_out
Here's a few to be going on with
www.ukhillwalking.com/articles/features/my_worst_night_out
I once saw someone get their stomach pumped, in the street, on Bastille Day, Deauville 1977. The sight of this service being ordered by the gendarme and undertaken by 2 men in white coats who got out of an unmarked van sobered us up quicklyChampers nightclub in Keighley, circa 1992
Drank rather a lot of Diamond White, got run over by a taxi and ended up in hospital getting my stomach pumped
What was other club called there ?Champers nightclub in Keighley, circa 1992
Drank rather a lot of Diamond White, got run over by a taxi and ended up in hospital getting my stomach pumped
What was other club called there ?
Camping near Fernworthy Forest on Dartmoor when a rave started nearby at midnight
https://blogpackinglight.wordpress.com/2017/09/24/a-strange-weekend-on-dartmoor/
Camping near Fernworthy Forest on Dartmoor when a rave started nearby at midnight
https://blogpackinglight.wordpress.com/2017/09/24/a-strange-weekend-on-dartmoor/
Link doesn't seem to work ...?What was your worst night out ?
Here's a few to be going on with
www.ukhillwalking.com/articles/features/my_worst_night_out
My spare butler went joy riding one night in the camping helicopter and crashed it into the last bottle of Dom Perignon 65.
I had to give Megan Fox a piggyback down the mountain, sober.
I had to give Megan Fox a piggyback down the mountain, sober.
Pulling up in the evening heat, Alps about 2000m, back of nowhere. Drone bombed by horse flies all day, feeling like dirt- technicolour yawn (vomit) of pretty good proportions. Retreat to tent feeling bad to try and escape horseflies-droning of horse flies stops. Ah nice! Roll outside for some air and the mozzies fire up. Retreat to tent, feel the inevitable movement below. Dig that hole boyo and dig it quick. Mozzies devour me whilst I'm squatting against a gum tree waiting for the meaning of life to reveal itself. Didn't even have a good view. Bowels empty, stomach same, fall back into the tent, sleep fitfully, only one nocturnal visit to the gum tree where the mozzies have another fill.
Just to finish me off early next morning a snake blocks my path for what seems like ages, beautiful though. Tiger-gorgeous black and yellow glistening in the sun, not small. Eventually after about 10 minutes it gets tired of me singing ABBA songs at it-I figured I hate ABBA and would bolt, so why not a snake?
It slithers off ever so slowly.
I know who's boss.
ps Move just a bit further along and stop for breaky in the shade. It's 6.30am and about 25 degrees. The Tiger snake decides to visit my breakfast spot and just slither around for 5 minutes while I dance around trying to keep out of it's way. I get back to the car much later for the 250kms drive home and find the radiator has exploded on the drive up.
pps this one above beats the night where someone drove over my tent in a car. I was inside the tent at the time.