Caravanning
As a kid I used to spend every other weekend away caravanning with the folks and the various fucknuts from the caravan club where my dad worked.

The firm was based in Sandbach. We lived in Sandbach. Yet every year the club would organise a 'caravan rally'

here: www.multimap.com/maps/#t=l&map=53.16797,-2.36167|13|4&loc=GB:53.16797:-2.36167:14|bradwall|Bradwall%20Green,%20Bradwall,%20CW11%201

Zoom out and you'll see that it's approximately 1.5 miles from Sandbach. We lived half a mile the Bradwall side of Sandbach.

The folks still packed the van, did the shop for the weekend, and didn't pop home for anything.

They spent more on petrol preparing for the holiday than they did going there.

edit: Just remembered that we also used to go to Bradwall village hall on a separate ocassion for a party - the kind of scenario that would give Peter Kay a career recalling - we used to walk to that btw! anyway, one year they decided to have an auction. About a week before I'd paid 7.99 out of my pocket money (I was on 50p a week FFS) for a spectrum adventure game which got high ratings but I found to be bobbins and boring - no Back 2 Skool that's for sure. So I put it up for auction thinking that I'd get my money back and sucker some other kid into buying it.

I got £1 for it. I actually cried. 14 weeks of pocket money saving up for one fucking quid return for one week of pleasure (this experience would actually serve me well when I bought my first house and the now ex moved in). Couldn't even buy one of those bargain £2.99 platinum series games from the proceeds. Bastard auction.
(spike starski, Fri 3 Aug 2007, 21:36, Reply)