We went on a camping holiday to Dorset.
First of all, the only thing we remembered to bring with us were the extendy mirrors for the car.

Then we had a crap tow car driven by the slowest man ever, who damaged the caravan knocking it into a bollard.

Then the dog threw up.

Then when we got to the campsite it took hours to get the caravan into the parking bay.

Then my friend got kidnapped by a scary old lady who enjoyed filling the chemical toilet. And the dog went with them.

Then we went to the pub and it was scary.

Then my bunkmates had to share a bed. They are both male. I brought my gun along.

Then we realised how close to the railway line we were and were kept awake by the trains.

Then the corner shop was crap so we had Spam for breakfast.

I decided to cook chips for lunch, and in doing so demolished the cooker, the caravan, a cushion and next door's awning.

It was not a good trip.

Signed,

J. Clarkson.
( Maladicta, Tue 7 Aug 2007, 22:03, Reply)