Camping is shíte, there is no other honest summation and description of the experience / ordeal.
Cold, damp and guaranteed to wake up at an ungodly early hour.
Your options are limited - to drink the bit out and just pass out overcoming the cold, but then you are dying in the morning and dying while lying down in a fúcking sleeping bag, which no man can style out – or to just not bother going to sleep in which case you have not camped, you have stayed out.
Scouts camp. Adult scouts are nonces, this is actually a fact. There is a reason for this correlation.
Sir C "It smells of plastic. The tumescent tent. Hot plastic "
What have you got - a Wendy House ?
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Glastonbury. Camping experiences.
A bucket load of beers and narcs was the only way to endure 7-10 days camping in Glastonbury.
DB10 help you if it was a sunny morning - you wake up at 6-7am after 2 hours sleep in an atmosphere not too dissimilar to a fúcking greenhouse.
If it rained it was miserable and muddy.
In short? Camping can **** right off imo
“Other clubs never came into my thoughts once I knew Arsenal wanted to sign me.”
IUFG "DB10 help you if it was a sunny morning - you wake up at 6-7am after 2 hours sleep in an atmosphere not too dissimilar to a fúcking greenhouse."
Might be handy if c remember to pack his cannabis plants
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