
Originally Posted by
sbrt
Rowley Birkin looks back on his fell running days
I remember many many a brrr freezing, running up hill. Bah! running down, trip, slip, good lord! Hot, hot sweating like a. Boiling up, the heat, the dust, drink from a stream. Raging dysentery, whirly-splat, parp. Foxy lady fnar. Poisonous monkeys. Mud, Walshes, pint off best bitter.Did you really? Good grief. Back home for G n T and game of bridge.
But I was very, very Drunk