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This reminds me that I really must get around to writing a will.

There's only so many times you can play at raising the dead before it comes back to bite you on the bum.

What would I do on my last day? Oh I don't know. Probably sit around all day moaning about how it was just so unfair.

sex, food, violence and booze...hopefully all at the same time too!



after a long morning's ahem...bed-work...

i would load myself up with lsd, khat and other illegalities, a nice bottle of rum and whiskey by my side...music on my player...

then up into a nearby bell-tower and make the world pay....sniper rifle, dynamite and a rocket launcher...

the brand would be the first offed...but i wouldnt stop there...

oh and i'd dress as a nun too...why not eh..

possibly finish the day off with a bank-job and more bed-work...

I suppose the main thing id do is right all my wrongs if I could. I think id feel better then, and spend the rest of the time lying in the arms of the man I love

Mandrake wrote:If we're allowed a full 24 hour day then I'd spend it making sweet passionate love to 10 lucky ladies. Then for the other 23 hours, 55 minutes 48 seconds.....

ahahaha *snort* *snort*
I dunno wat Id do.

Sophie wrote:spend the rest of the time lying in the arms of the man I love

I'm flattered, Sophie.

Violence seems like a good plan at first - there's certainly a few people I'd consider - but no point in letting the bugg3rs who have annoyed you for your life waste precious moments of your last day on earth too!

I'd wake up at 8am and have pancakes with bacon and maple syrup for breakfast (screw you cholesterol, I'll be dead by tomorrow!) and some really good coffee to keep me going through the day. I'd spend the morning with my immediate family, which might involve writing a brief guide for my funeral including music and the odd practical joke or two. I'd then take my girlfriend out for a meal at a michelin starred restaurant before doing a runner on the bill.

Then I'd follow Seige's plan - bundle the missus up with blankets, sleeping bags, a luxury picnic for supper, and go and sit together cuddled up on a cliff top somewhere, watching the sunset and talking about how I've had a pretty sweet time of life.

monker59 wrote:

Sophie wrote:spend the rest of the time lying in the arms of the man I love

I'm flattered, Sophie.

#sniff# you mean you're two timing me Sophie? #sniff#

I rather like the idea of being placed in the coffin in front of everyone, the lid being screwed down, the curtain raised around it then on the count of three, the curtain drops I'm standing on top, I leap down to undo the coffin and Charlotte Pendragon, wearing the very tiniest of bikinis, leaps out to thundering applause.

Have you been secretly rehearsing that Mandrake ?

Mandrake wrote:I rather like the idea of being placed in the coffin in front of everyone, the lid being screwed down, the curtain raised around it then on the count of three, the curtain drops I'm standing on top, I leap down to undo the coffin and Charlotte Pendragon, wearing the very tiniest of bikinis, leaps out to thundering applause.

This had me in stitches when i read it! Cos i can imagine it happening

I would probably spend my last day finding the people who have meant the most to me over the past 16 years and tell them how much I love them.

Then eat and drink alot then shoot the b*ggers who never liked me.

I've got to say, I'm a bit perplexed that everyone is going to go around killing the people they hate (or at least severely injuring them). I mean, they're going to die anyway, why waste your day speeding up the inevitable by a few hours?

Its just so they cant enjoy their last day I think.

Mandrake,

I should point out, I've now started designing a sub-coffin

monker59 wrote:I've got to say, I'm a bit perplexed that everyone is going to go around killing the people they hate (or at least severely injuring them). I mean, they're going to die anyway, why waste your day speeding up the inevitable by a few hours?

The original post specifed that it's your last day, not the end of the world.

Several years ago, by answer would have probably been to 'go postal', but now I think I'd get much more pleasure out of writing an open letter to the various numpties of the world. I'd rather things changed, than to be consigned to history in infamy.

After all, no matter how vile the person, their relatives always appear on TV saying that he was such a good boy, a real angel to his gran and hardly ever in trouble (apart from the 216 convictions for various public order offences, stealing, criminal damage and GBH).

Thats right...the original post did say your last day!!!!! I mean you never know when it may be

abraxus wrote:sex, food, violence and booze...hopefully all at the same time too!



after a long morning's ahem...bed-work...

i would load myself up with lsd, khat and other illegalities, a nice bottle of rum and whiskey by my side...music on my player...

then up into a nearby bell-tower and make the world pay....sniper rifle, dynamite and a rocket launcher...

the brand would be the first offed...but i wouldnt stop there...

oh and i'd dress as a nun too...why not eh..

possibly finish the day off with a bank-job and more bed-work...

It's like clockwork orange and a sandwich!