(PS Dont mention the canal jumping competition!)
OK I won't.
Was it the one where a certain Glaswegian Beefer tried to persuade me to attempt a 30 foot canal jump with a stolen 8 foot sapling support pole? I didn't, so he did, with completely predictable results. (Judging by the state of the water, I think that's how duck 'flu started).
Security man came round after about half an hour of such rowdiness to kindly tell us that he had been obliged to call the police (not too surprising - it was gone midnight). We thinned out, to a party in a chalet where a certain American friend decided it would be fun to let off the dry powder fire extinguisher. Goes a long way, that powder. Even sharing a chalet with Eric was slightly preferable.
Who's silly idea was it to let a hundred drunken aircrew loose in CenterParks anyway?
