Camping in the Rockies.
Yeah this is still last week's question but now it's relevant.

I grew up in Luton and Oxfordshire so I'm not mentally prepared for Grizzly bears wandering freely around. Camping in the UK is safe barring the odd gang of chavscum. You may get beaten but you won't get eaten.

Woke to find my little dog sitting on top of me, bolt upright, floppy ears stuck straight upwards and a low, almost inaudible growl coming from him.
It's dark and eerily silent by the lake and I hear nothing but now I'm wide awake and listening carefully.
Then I hear the sound of breathing and snuffling and something is pushing slowly along the side of the tent. Something big.
I hear the breathing, I hear the sound of something furry brushing along the wall inches from my face.
The dog, usually one to bark at anything, continues to growl but quietly enough so that he won't draw attention to himself.
This has the effect of making me laugh nervously and I cough too for added effect.
Whatever the hell that was has now snuffled on into the trees and it's once again quiet.
It was light when I finally got back to sleep.

Oh, and nothing would have persuaded me to go outside for a piss, no way.
( Infidel , shit and wrong, Thu 5 Apr 2012, 19:26, 2 replies)

There are a few chavs
that aren't above having a little morsel of the victim.
(the other guy not the one that gave you coochie warts, Thu 5 Apr 2012, 19:44, closed)

You may get beaten but you won't get eaten.
Marvellous turn of phrase
( joetotale blear-e'ed, wither'd spectre, Thu 5 Apr 2012, 19:53, closed)