I suppose this counts as one of those things I don't do...

[caddyman]

As stolen from many people:

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, (even if we don't speak often or ever) please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me.

It can be anything you want - good or bad - BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE.

I am perked up, if still too hot. The battery on my Walkman is down to 50%, so may not last out: I need the divertissement...

Comments

[maleghast.livejournal.com]

It seems I'm not the only one to have been in the odd scrape with you, old boy... Anyway, reading the remembrance of things past as laid out by others was indeed the madeleine to my own recollection and it has brought to mind my most treasured memory of our adventures together...

We had been traveling up the White Nile for days, Fortesque was already lost to the Malaria - a dead man walking - and morale was at an all time low, when you showed your mettle once again by remembering that crocodile was actually not a bad meal at a push and the chaps were all a lot more cheerful after we'd tied up the boat, watched you wrestle a croc in the shallows and then had a good old sing-song around the fire while the scaly bugger filled our bellies. Good Times!

[caddyman.livejournal.com]

Ah, you grant me too great a share of the credit Old Chap.

Had Fortesque's teak leg been a couple of inches shorter, the brute would have been able to close its jawas and we should have gone hungry that night.

Poor old Forteque. To choke to death on the quinine whilst getting over the malaria like that...