The last time I went camping was at (nice) Belvoir Castle for the fireworks thingy a few years ago
A friend of mine was supplying the tent so the missus and I just had to turn up. We'd bought some cheap folding chairs to take with us, which we forgot. I also forgot to bring a coat. It rained a bit (to say the least) Within five minutes I was wetter than [random horny person] in [comical situation that not everyone will get]. Everyone else turned up fully kitted out with all the camping parafer, parphana...er, stuff that'd put Sir Ranulph Fiennes to shame. The best I could manage was to parade around with a plastic Spongebob Squarepants backpack on my head to minimise the damage.

My wife and I never claimed to be the best campers ever but the looks of shame and pity we got on that trip were very definitely looks of shame and pity that we got on that trip. Seriously, who wants to sleep on the fucking ground when comfy beds exist in this world?
( Bill Clay a.k.a. Claudio, Wed 25 Jul 2012, 9:36, Reply)