| Stories |
| 1. The inevitable consequences of going camping on the M1! (Please read and sympathise as we recall our own misfortune) |
| In the summer of 2000 two bored 15 year olds decided to go camping. BIG MISTAKE! This is how the following tragedies occured... Day1 We arrived at Greenacres caravan park where we quickly erected the tent ready for what was hoped to be an enjoyable weekend. "How wrong could we have possibly been?" Anyway, after settling down although we were tired, we still decided to bike the the local village, Tuxford to buy some food. Surprisingly that went okay, apart from being bricked, openly insulted, served by the mardy bitch at the COOP and getting bricked again on the way back! Of course that all took place after we had outrun the police who for some reason thought we were the cause of this yobbish behaviour. We returned sound, but not safely to the shithole of a site where we had tea not knowing we were being watched by everyone on the site. Trying to block them out and eat was a hard task alone, but something else caught my eye...something different. A family of what can only be described as "long haired gypsies" were using a sign which clearly read "No ball games on this field" as a goalpost which to my amusement was probably the only highlight of the whole catastrophe! We soon realised things weren't going to turn out as planned! Apart from being situated on a campsite that was barely seperated from the motorway with little between us and it except a few weeds and a garden hedge we had to understand we would be spending the night here, away from civilisation as we knew it!!! After our ordeal of public spectation we decided to go for a kick about, or not as it would seem. Not only did we find the field crap, but whatever we tried to play was unsuitable for the high gail forced winds yet the kite which we had unloaded from our luggage only ours before would have been more than perfect! It will therefore come to no surprise that by the end of day one we were pretty pissed off! This marked the beginning to one of the worst experiences we would encounter.... Night time came as a relief as we needed rest for the long day ahead. We both admitted we got a good nights sleep going to bed at 10:30 awakening only half an hour later to the sound of articulated lorries and inter-city trains running 24/7 and bellowing throughout the campsite walls!!! Day2 Only God may help us now as the only radio station available is Lincs FM 102.2 with Duncan Newmarch's kick up the 80's. We awoke to this insanity and then by much hardship and labour went about the strenous task of getting ready. A job which turned into a chore and took 2hours rather than the anticipated 10 mins. However, as we learned anticipation was not one of our greatest discoveries. Here is our step to step guide of getting of "Getting ready"..... |
| Woke up around 8:30 after shit nights sleep Went to shower block Saw tiles and interior decor Returned to tent to pick up industrial goggles to block out obscene and illegal colour clashes Went back to showers Returned to tent yet again to pick up 20p for 8 mins worth of shower Had shower and finally 2 hours after awakening got changed |