Wherever I go, and whatever I do, there is always a book for people to write comments in. This could be an accident book, or visitor books. Most of these comments are about serious things. 'Little Johnny broke his arm here', or 'Nice place - well done' type of comments are normal. However every so often a gem of a comment appears and here are some I read in a mountain Bothy near Ben Nevis. The book was full when I got there so I guess there is a new one full of more whit, or bad words from people who have no whit. Some of these are shortened.

[Oh, I read these books to give me ideas of hazards to make activities safer and to give me ideas of activities to do]

Bothy was run by the Mountain Bothy Association - a good nights sleep to be had

Weather was non stop foul, punctuated by horrendous Osama Bin Laden Bothy tour, 2004, still no Yankees. (OK it was getting late and I had just walked over 4 mountains and 20km so sense of humour was on its way to warped) Beware the small sharp toothed fiend which patrols this Bothy, aye for the sun shall depart this valley. I had a character building walk to get here Red sky in the morning... (a recurring theme in the book - it looks like it snows there for 400 days a year) Didn't sleep well due to a group of noisy football supporters who turned out to be Glaswegians. I could tell they were Glaswegian by the clinking noise of the whisky bottles undoubtedly in their rucksacks .... no doubt they were off some place else to get 'Pished'. (Racial stereotypes still prevail there then - I once met a sober Glaswegian but that was before the pub was open Gusts of wind are having a betting contest of who will throw the lone walker over and leave her struggling like a turtle on her back pack When my wife gets here in 5 minutes I will get GBH of the ears Off up the hills top catch the yeti 25/12/04 (why - its Christmas day, freezing cold, and you are going for a walk up a mountain - go home and eat cakes) Mad as a brick, mad as a rusty hinge The air crumbles like Bananas in the mud We do not like the bog, please drain it

Now this is a classic and I chuckled all night - sorry if the humour wasn't intentional, but it was good
Many groups passing through are completing their Duke of Edinburgh Silver or Gold expeditions from School groups - carry all your kit and live for 3 or 4 days in the wilds without adults. Fun. So here goes:
29/6/05
2:15 - Hello All, Hutchie Hunnies (Posh School in Glasgow - see earlier comments about Glaswegians though) have arrived. Met lots of people along the way. Totally underestimated timing and distance so we are knackered already and in pain after only 1st of 3 days. About to leave after lunch to camp at next Bothy, see everyone soon. Good Luck Hutchesons girls... Back again! 3:40 and we are VERY LOST. Silly us walked about 1km up the wrong path, the problem is we cant find the right one. Oh dear. Its fine though... Well done found our way. Bye bye and good luck to you all 4:05 OH S***, Back again. The path they found disappeared so now we are all scared that we're gonna fail. We are just gonna wait here to be rescued. And Hayley found a human jobbie outside - YUCK. Probably see you soon 6:08 Still here
1/7/5
Hey all, hutchi guys this time. We met those girlies yesterday and they weren't very good to say the least...

Any more where they came from? Let me know cause I like a good chuckle most days. SP Oh, I should add where to send me more to! e-mail me here if you spot any good quotes: