Writing something myself seemed like a lot of work, so i asked some great mates to save me the bother and write something about me...
"I once bumped into you in the pooring rain, you rudely interupted a snogging session I was having with an over 65.
You were dressed in a see-through poncho, smoking like a chimney and had on your arm a pretty, young Brazillian girl who was close to tears. How did this situation arise?
I was witnessing the aftermath of an attempted mugging on the mean streets of Salvador.
You had been dragged down an alley by a fit, horny girl with a bit of edge. You had a joint (Maxwell, I didn't know you smoked drugs???) and had been approached by a 7ft black man who was built like a well made swedish mahogany wardrobe. He obviously wasn't after a polite conversation about the weather.
After he attempted to seaze the girls handbag your spider sences went off and you sprung into kung fu stance. A dangerous tussle ensued. Does he have a knife? Does he have a gun? Is Max too drunk to give a shit?
Luckily our bald hero emmerged triumphant. Hoorah.
At which point you noticed it was raining and put on a silly see-through poncho and presumably the girl saw it and started to cry.
The End. Thankyou and good night."
Chris Hunt - traveller extraordinaire.
What Chris didn't mention is that shortly after this he was busted after scaling the walls of his lady's hostel, found hiding behind the bins and frog marched out the front door by astonished security. What a night!
quote of the month: " i like bryan adams, it takes a big man to admit that" Edy Green
