It was a great holiday, but...... the night a racoon broke into our tent and attacked us will live on in my memories.
... coming down a dirttrack mountain road with no fences with the back end of the car fishtailing about left me needing new underwear.
I'm off on holiday next week somewhere nice and safe. Tell us your holiday stories.
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rob, Thu 21 Apr 2005, 9:55)
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...a French bouncer wouldn't let me and my friend into a nightclub.Mysteriously, we failed to fool him by returning to the back of the queue and trying again. The guy was obviously incredibly highly trained as he also saw through our ploy of going up an alley and swapping our clothes with each other. That time he dragged up up the street by our necks and threw us on the floor. We satsified ourselves by hurling obscenities at his back and then running away. I got quite a shock to wake up the next day waering clothes that weren't mine.
With hindsight, his reluctance to let us in might have had something to do with the fact that it was a smart club and we were both in shorts and trainers, such that swapping into each other's brought us no nearer the minimum dress code...
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Olembe Refuses to write in this space, Mon 25 Apr 2005, 10:55,
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