On realising my twenty second birthday was quickly arriving, I booked a weekend away for five of my cohorts in a caravan park somewhere on the coast in Essex. After obtaining food supplies, large quantities of alcohol and cannabis, and dressed only in second hand suits purchased from charity shops for almost no logical reason at all, we embarked on the idyllic great British caravan holiday. The culmination of this experience could most easily be described as a cross between Withnail & I and Fear and Loathing in...Clacton-On-Sea, but which my compadre Finnley Boykew vividly summed up as "Pretty alright".
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