Gah, I hate tents!
First there's the putting them up, the inevitable struggle between the forces of man and nature poetically rendered as the effort taken to make a flimsy nylon condom stand against a force 10 gale.
Then, there's the attempt to sleep, when you realise that those paper thin plasterboard walls at home really aren't thin. Oh no, the walls of your tent, that's thin. And yes, that was the sound of the leather clad biker in the tent next door urinating against the corner of your ground sheet.
And finally, finally, there is the folding the tent back into it's carrying sheath. Like Ahab chasing the behemoth of the great white whale, you find yourself wrestilng, monomanically, to get the tent back into the woefully inadequate bag. Suddenly the once flimsy and feeble tent is like some great net cast to the ground by some avenging angel bent on the capture of mere mortal creatures. Plus, of course, the herculean effort of cramming the thing back into the hell-spawned orifice from whence it unfurled is ridiculed by those who observe it.
I hate tents.
First there's the putting them up, the inevitable struggle between the forces of man and nature poetically rendered as the effort taken to make a flimsy nylon condom stand against a force 10 gale.
Then, there's the attempt to sleep, when you realise that those paper thin plasterboard walls at home really aren't thin. Oh no, the walls of your tent, that's thin. And yes, that was the sound of the leather clad biker in the tent next door urinating against the corner of your ground sheet.
And finally, finally, there is the folding the tent back into it's carrying sheath. Like Ahab chasing the behemoth of the great white whale, you find yourself wrestilng, monomanically, to get the tent back into the woefully inadequate bag. Suddenly the once flimsy and feeble tent is like some great net cast to the ground by some avenging angel bent on the capture of mere mortal creatures. Plus, of course, the herculean effort of cramming the thing back into the hell-spawned orifice from whence it unfurled is ridiculed by those who observe it.
I hate tents.
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lilandra:
i think we all pick things for the strangest reasons. xxxxxx
aesirr:
Useful dictionary you are!