I've never been camping

[numbnuts]

take someone with you that knows the ropes

 

[dellzeqq]

Should probably point out that I live on my own.

Ahem.

1995. I'm in a pub. My friend Graham says 'we're going camping next weekend, do you want to come?'. 'Yes' I say, thinking, I'm pissed, this contract isn't enforceable. A week later he calls up and says 'meet you at Tooting Broadway at 3'. I say 'no tent'. He says 'we've got a spare'. Bum.

So we get to this grass stuff with trees, and I'm thinking 'wtf', and this car comes across the grass, and this bird gets out, and my mate Alan says 'nice arse', and nine months later, the bird and me, we're married.....

 

[yello]

nice arse, a night under the stars, nine months, married... shotgun?