Camping outside a pub near Skipton with my then-girlfriend
A group of art students were staying in a local barn, and we'd spent the day with them. Everyone had been at the pub together until closing, and then they'd all gone back to their barn and we'd gone to our little dome tent.

About half-an-hour later (when we were just getting 'settled' in the tent) we heard girls giggling and the canvas and poles started to move. The tent then proceeded to collapse as I emerged and the two giggling girls ran off back to the barn. The bastards had taken out all the pegs and thrown them into the bushes!

That was too much, so I stormed off down the road to the barn, and found the front door unlocked. Inside, one of the first things I saw was a fantastic painting done by one of the girls of a friend. I knew that the artist involved was one of the girls who had sabotaged my tent. So.....

...I took the painting and ran back down the road. I took a deep breath, ripped the picture to shreds and threw all the pieces into a ditch.

I still feel guilty now for destroying something creative (it was an outstanding picture, had been one of the talking points of the day), but I was *really* angry. We had to go around finding twigs in the middle of the night to use as makeshift tent-pegs.
( spacehog, Wed 4 May 2005, 14:13, Reply)