On a similar note..
When at Glastonbury as a fresh-faced 18 year old, the couple in the tent next to our pitch were having rather noisy sex, my mate stood up to get beer, piroutted and landed heavily on their tent, to the accompanying sounds of air beaing squeezed from two sets of lungs.."wuuuurgh". That said, some mere seconds later, the now flattened bag od nylon with broken poles began moving up and down to the sound of grunting. 10 out of 10 for persistence, I feel.

At the same festival, a girl who had made it known she liked me proceeded to take her torch into her tent to get changed, thus producing a very fetching shadow-play for the passersby. Needless to say the profile of her naked baps projected onto the tent wall was enough incentive to persuade me to spend the rest of the weekend doing my best to push her ovaries through her ears. She never did know why I changed my mind so quickly or, indeed, why everyone else in our group kept smirking at her....bless.

Got to love tents!
(Chad, Wed 1 Oct 2008, 16:42, Reply)