So they decided to go on a caravan holiday. It’s a disaster from start to finish. They manage to make the labradoodle sick, crash the caravan into a metal post leaving a service station, get cautioned by the police for holding up traffic whilst attempting a U turn, crush the awning on another caravan when parking up and then burn down their caravan (and the one next door) by a starting a chip pan fire.
It makes for brilliant TV (I haven’t laughed so much in ages), but there comes a point when you think it must be rigged. Both the police and the fire brigade were involved here. I mean come on, surely someone got bollocked for it?
On the plus side they destroyed another two caravans. It’s also a fairly damning statement of caravan owners out there and in a way it makes you feel sorry for them. OK, they may hold you up on the roads for hours on end, but when they get there to their chosen destination, most of them don’t seem to do a great deal. It’s pretty grim. Personally I can’t see the logic in spending so many thousand for a tin box on wheels. I’d rather stay in a local bed and breakfast than have my home on wheels.
Oh, and it’s official James May looks like a Quaker.
James May Quaker
