My mate just spent an hour and a half sat in one spot desperately trying to put up a tent.
Camping noob.

I think we should get some polar bears to help with the evictions at Dale Farm, I heard that they're pretty good at clearing out campsites.

I promised my romantic girlfriend the other day that I would stay up with until we see the sun rise in the British countryside.
A week later I'm starting to fall asleep.

After we all finished our main meal I asked the party if they'd like Baby Jellies?
One young lady laughed 'they're Jelly Babies!'
Confusion was soon lifted when I brought out the dessert

I despise bears so imagine my horror when out camping in the wilds, I ran into one.
Knowing it was me or him, I didn't give him time to think and blasted him three times in the head with my hunting rifle.
Even though I had escaped this time, my ordeal got a whole lot worse.
Mrs.Grylls reported me to the Police and I'm now facing a murder charge.