Drugs = Bad, Camping on drugs = Good!
Cast your mind back to the early days of this millenium, the Suga Babes were storming the charts and still on their first lineup and people were still inexplicably listening to Dido and Blue. Obviously, the best escape from this level of manufactured inanity the most sensible course of action for a young Keios and his friends living in the south of England was to find a nice obliging campsite in the New Forest and go off for a weekend camping while smashed out of our gourds.
Fast forward a day and we'reall nicely settled into our campsite (conveniently placed well away from all the sensible, normal folk thanks to a friend who worked at the site) when someone pulls out some acid. Needless to say, being sensible, smart young people we all partook. A few hours later as dusk begins to settle, someone has the bright idea that as we had a fire pit, we should really have a fire going. Enthusiastically we gather up enough fallen branches and dead leaves for a moderate blaze, then go to light it.
And fuck all happens.
Confused, but not put off by this turn of events we continue to try and light it, to no avail. For about 30 minutes. After this time, I stand back and run my hands through my hair, mildly exasperated. "Huh?" I wonder "What's this weird feeling in my hands?" as I was still tripping balls.
"Holy shit!" I exclaim loudly "I'm wet!"
"What?" comes the cry from the others.
"Yeah, I'm fucking soaking!" I say, before realising that in fact, EVERYTHING is soaking and it is, in fact, pissing with rain.
turns out we had been so focussed on getting our fire started that out tiny drug-soaked brains had managed to block out everything else, including the fact that we were now stood in a field getting sodden. However I have it on very good authority that the elderly couple camping in the next field had spent the entire 30 minutes or so we had been trying to light a fire in the rain watching us and pissing themselves laughing, so I figure it wasn't an entirely wasted experience.
(Keios, Thu 29 Mar 2012, 17:40, 1 reply)

My mate Keith would disagree.
Somewhere on a campsite somewhere in Scotland he got so wrecked over a weekend he decided that eating a french cheese that had been baking in the sun on his parcel shelf for 3 days was a good idea.

He said the 1st bite was like Ambrosia. The next bite was the worst thing he'd ever tasted. Cost him 3 days in Hospital with listeria that trip did.
( Airman Gabber Living life like a 70's BBC presenter, Thu 29 Mar 2012, 21:01, closed)