Well like an Enid Blyton book with polyester football shirts.
I was on the daily commute on a bridle path through the woods when two kids in said polyester football shirts asked if I liked their camp. I looked around and they had made an honest to goodness camp in the woods out of branches and dirty stuff. There was not a playstation/xbox in sight, it wasn't even a build your own camp simulator on the wi. What was even stranger was that they were outside in the fresh air! It lifted the spirits and made me think that there is hope for man kind after all.
Lashings of ginger beer all round indeed!
pip pip
I was on the daily commute on a bridle path through the woods when two kids in said polyester football shirts asked if I liked their camp. I looked around and they had made an honest to goodness camp in the woods out of branches and dirty stuff. There was not a playstation/xbox in sight, it wasn't even a build your own camp simulator on the wi. What was even stranger was that they were outside in the fresh air! It lifted the spirits and made me think that there is hope for man kind after all.
Lashings of ginger beer all round indeed!
pip pip