Bloody Wales....
I went along on a year 7 camp to Wales to help out (I'd just finished my GCSEs, it was a free activity holiday, and I love all that outdoors crap, so along I went.).

The first morning we were there we were woken up at about 6am by the sounds of shouting children. We poked our heads out of our tent and all these bastard kids had woken up at the crack of dawn, claiming they couldn't sleep, and were playing football etc in the yard of this campsite. We made them go back in their tents and had another few hours of sleep.

What I didn't realise was that for the teachers at least, school trips are just big pissups. We went out drinking pretty much every night with the schools money (We'd toast the headmaster at the beginning of every evening). After a particularly heavy night, I had been elected to help the kids with kayaking the next day as I'd done it plenty before. I had to be up at 7am, help all the kids get their helmets and oars etc, with only 2 hours sleep and the most rotten hangover you could imagine.

I did this, still pretty drunk and stinking of booze, and we got out onto the lake. I immediately dove right in to try and wake up a bit, realising afterwards I still had my mobile in my pocket. Great. Then one of the kids got stung by a wasp. Awesome. So I took this crying kid to the first aid thing, while he was being seen to I went into my tent to see if I could get some life out of my mobile, and promptly fell asleep.

I woke up at about 4pm to find out the kayaking lesson had been cut short because the health and safety folks say you need 2 instructors, and I had buggered off.

Oh and I got rope burns absailing, and a fat girl had a panic attack while we were potholing, I had to literally carry her out of this 40ft deep cave. Fat bitch.
(Jon Norris, Thu 21 Apr 2005, 11:15, Reply)