Guitarists and Camp Fires. A Warning.

Plucked from The Guardian's Guide to Camping. This amused me no end, speaking as a guitarist (of sorts) and putative camper.

"There is a certain class of camper who, even if hopelessly encumbered with a coffin sized rucksack and cooking tins hanging from their ears, can always find room for a battered acoustic guitar.


If a fire is lit within two miles of these creatures they will involuntarily be drawn to sit by it, start strumming inaccurately, and moan ' ...drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry...' while drinking your booze.


They will then become enchanted by your partner in a kind of free-spirited hippy way, at which point this quaint barter of music for alcohol must stop, and the guitar must be fed to the fire."

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My thanks to the author of this snippet, identified in the guide as "PW", and also my apologies for shamelessly nicking it without a scintilla of permission.