I remember the first and last time I camped. I worked the Glantonbury festival. It was the pits! I felt like a pig in a carweck! I was so homesick, I couldn't even stare at hot girls legs they were all covered in mud. They **** on the floor but I pissed my stouffers! Oh shagpile I say! I do have a thing for nature though which is strange I mean I would love to hunt. Nothing could be more satisfying than cooking a bird you found in the middle of the road. I also like caravans/trailers, they are so cosy. Tents can go fuck themselves. i want a curry or a KFC. I like fire and all that too just don't want to burn my wigs. Tents are evil!