Reminds me of my road trip to santa pod for the retro cars show a couple of years ago. 3 of us in my £350 v6 omega,with my mate kingy and my brother behind in a VW lt35 van. Got there about 3 p.m. and had to wait until it opened for camping. Some aussies in a sheddy transit behind us got out and starting throwing a rugby ball about. Well predictably the ball ended up hitting various cars in the que,including a rat look vw camper van,the guy was whinging about the ball striking his rusty bodywork! he said it had taken him 3 years of bodged repairs/rainfall to get it in show worthy condition!
Anyway,got onto the most potholed piece of grass in existence,and set up camp using my omega and the van as a makeshift windbreak. the aussies pulled out a black bin full of water and ice,and we put our crates of stella in it and sparked up the barby!
After a few beers and some supermarket burgers,the fookin rugby ball came out again and all hell broke loose.
Now,i like to think myself of a smart individual,and stood on the sidelines as the rest of em' started to have a game of "rugger".
All was well until some pikey from the burger van nearby decide he was jeremy guscott and took out my mate kingy at knee height!
suffice to say,we had to carry my mate kingy back to his van and lift him onto his bed! we then proceded to ask the pikey what the fook was going on and he said,and i quote,"i'm john smith of no fixed abode.so sue me!".