Skiing 36 Hours Straight. Insanity at its Finest
Will you tune in? I’m going to be skiing for 36 Hours straight and live-blogging the whole damn thing. When? Starting Friday morning (Nov 30th) at 9am and me and an equally crazy group of 7 others will be risking our necks until Saturday night (Dec 1st) at 9pm, when we’ll finally kick our skis off and hit the bottle for some much needed relief. Why? Because I’m a sucker for big events, I’m all for promoting awareness for disability causes and I love to ski. Sounds like 3 entirely different things that would never come together, right? Not so! I received a copy of Ski Magazine about 3 weeks ago and as I skimmed through it I noticed a brief section on ‘Skiing for a Cause.’ Turns out there’s this really cool event that...
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Remember, Remember the 5th of November
Remember, remember the fifth of November, The gunpowder, treason and plot, I know of no reason Why gunpowder treason Should ever be forgot Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, ’twas his intent To blow up the King and Parliament. Three score barrels of powder below, Poor old England to overthrow; By God’s providence he was catch’d With a dark lantern and burning match. Holloa boys, holloa boys, make the bells ring. Holloa boys, holloa boys, God save the King! Hip hip hoorah! A penny loaf to feed the Pope. A farthing o’ cheese to choke him. A pint of beer to rinse it down. A faggot of sticks to burn him. Burn him in a tub of tar. Burn him like a blazing star. Burn his body from his head. Then we’ll say ol’ Pope is dead. Hip hip hoorah! Hip hip hoorah...