Mine, I think, was a visit to the London Planetarium, as a child.
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MrChigleysAunt
offlineMemberThat's odd, I really enjoyed my school trip to the London Planetarium. Horses for courses I guess.
As children, if my sister and I complained of boredom towards the end of the summer holidays, my mother would take us on an "educational visit" around the Oxford colleges (before you had to pay to visit them). I'm not sure if they were really intended to be educational or whether they were meant to demonstrate the true nature of boredom. Suffice to say, I still can't tell one Oxford college from another. Lucky I don't live there any more - when tourists used to stop and ask me directions, I would pretend to be lost myself.Posted 2 years ago # -
The All New Jeni B
offlineMemberYep, I loved the Planetarium on my school trip to London. Was bored shitless on the trip to Greenwich though.
I think last nights music recital ranks quite high in my list of most boring things, as do several Catholic funeral and weddings I've had to attend to appease the side of the family who don't like me anyway.
And before anyone talks of the "majesty", "history", and "sense of occasion" at these Catholic services let me just say...They are still too fucking long!!!
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Svendo
offlineMemberI spent nearly 24 hours in the departure lounge at Gatwick at the time when it was in major refurbishments and so everything was boarded up or cordoned off with scaffolding.
The only highlight was when all the people waiting for the same flight as me saw a rep from Monarch and almost turned into a lynchmob.oh and I went to WH Smiths (one of the only shops open) and bought a load of stuff and the price was £6.66 which I then used to scare the bejeebus out of a nervous flyer.
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shitsu_tonka
offlineMemberCan't quite decide which gets the number one slot but it's one of these:
Seventeen hours on a Greyhound Bus going through the Deep South.
Reading 'Humphrey Clinker'.
Going to see that Bergman film, you know the one with Death playing chess and lots of screaming. Was so bored I almost cried.
That summer when left-handed me broke their left hand and wrist and so couldn't use them at all for eight weeks. I do all my favourite things with my left hand.
Church.Posted 2 years ago # -
sauce
offlineMemberMy parents were Quakers. An hour of still silence? At age 5? Murder. Sunday school was either excellent (discussing St Joan [the play] with an ex headmaster) or even worse than silence if we had the twittery old dear who'd make us do colouring-in biblical characters.
But that training means I can now endure airport waits and so on in complete serenity, snoozing or thinking up a story or poem. Every cloud...
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Des Custard
offlineMemberWeek-End, a film by Jean-Luc Godard. I think I must have seen the uncut version, or maybe the official 105 minutes did become 305 minutes in my bored-rigid mind.
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thisisall1word
offlineMemberTrafalger Day Parade in Portsmouth 1991 - if by parade you mean no parading whatsoever and standing at attention for an hour interspursed with standing at ease for two hours. Followed by singing hymns. Not only boring but very hot. Some people relivied their own boredom, and ours somewhat, by feinting and injuring themselves.
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MrChigleysAunt
offlineMemberBut thank goodness Mr BPR that you did not, in your tender childhood, realise that you were being conned. As any fule kno, here, where I live is the watercress capital of England (each year we have a watercress festival and it rains). I don't know what Nettlebed thinks it is doing, advertising itself to innocent children as being somehow important on the national watercress scene.
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Doctor Moptop
offlineMemberA coach trip around the Isle of Lewis. The Esteemed Aunt suggested it. We got up at an unearthly hour to drive to Ullapool to catch the ferry to Stornaway. We'd told Master and Ms Moptop that it would be an 'adventure'.
For the several hours we sat on the coach touring the perimeter of Lewis, there was a steady drone from the two younger members of the party: 'O look, another sheep. O look, another sheep. O look, another sheep.'
They kept it up for the entire trip.
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curry muncher
offlineMemberA local amateur dramatic production based upon “Lord Arthur Savile's Crime” by Oscar Wilde. It was held in an airless overheated theatre with arse-numbingly hard seats.
The cast all knew their lines but failed to extract any wit or humour at all from the script.
Mercifully, I fell asleep in the first half but was unable to lapse back into unconsciousness for the second. God, when would it ever end?
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