My last memory of riding on a ski lift didn’t have a happy ending.
1989 – School trip to the Isle of Wight to see the Needles, I saw it as a perfect opportunity to ask a girl out. When she declined we spent the remaining 15 mins in silence.
I’ve been on the funicular railways up Hastings and didn’t enjoy either of them.
But the nice lady said that this (http://www.zinkenstueberl.at) was like sitting in your front room watching a massive 3D TV show about mountains with the sound turned down.
I’m very much a believer in the great outdoors. Sadly for me, we didn’t have Girl Guides round our way. Luckily for others, I campaigned for several years to join the cubs and single handedly changed scouting history.
I don’t own a lot of clothes, but I get attached to the ones I’ve got.
There are several items of clothing that have lasted over a decade. One baggy top I got in 1989 is still going strong – I use it as a smock for when I’m air-brushing terrain. I’ve got a dark brown T-Shirt that I had to patch in ‘98 after the Armies of the Sommes display collapsed. And I only wear those Judge Dredd socks on my birthday, so they’ve lasted well.
Why throw something away before it’s dead? It’s murder.