Business Studies, Disneyland, 2001
Ah, if ever there were an excuse to go to Disneyland for a few days, this was it. I spent the presentations doodling and the rest of the time blowing the money my parents had given me to spend.

* Our teacher showing The Rocky Horror Picture Show on the bus... we were 15, for chrissakes! Although the alternative was Kevin & Perry Go Large...

* Buying cheap lighters (why?) from dodgy blokes under the Eiffel Tower only to see them chased off by police. Trust me; you've never seen anyone run faster from a Frenchman on a bicycle. With a whistle.

* The big unpopular creep of the school thinking his bum bag had been stolen from around his waist (yes, you read that correctly) whilst in a church... only to be found on his seat on the bus. Then crying about it. Fucking twatmunch.

* The big unpopular creep of the school (whom me and friend were sharing a room with) climbing onto our bunks in the night... cue one of the best kicks to the face I've ever performed. Fucking creepy-ass twatmunch.

* Discovering our laser-pens worked the full distance of the big lake just outside the big shopping area... useless device or not, that's a long fucking way.

The crowning glory was quite possibly on the bus tour around Paris. We happened across the Princess Diana memorial, which for reasons unknown had been graffitied. It was at this point my friend (now flatmate) said one of his funniest ever lines.

*looks at graffitied memorial*
"Jesus... some people just have no respect for the dead!"
*takes a photograph*

A legend, says I.
( Iki I think my camel is dead., Fri 8 Dec 2006, 16:09, Reply)