Most of us set off at 5am from Winchester, and had little traffic in the surprisingly short 3 hour journey. Unfortunately, we were denied access to our caravan to unload all our stuff until 5pm. So, as the weather was damn fine, the 5 early risers hit the beach with burgers, rolls and two disposable Barbeques. We set up on Newquay beach and got some strange looks from people wondering about all the smoke and possible rules against our lunch plans. We also played some cliff football which was fun. Then we found a new car park at Fistral and walked down to the large 'Fistral beach'. We took a short cut across the rocks to the shore. After some more football and a bit of tanning, we hit the sea, enjoying the rolling waves. The life guards were annoying as apparently you have to stay between two flags because they can't be arsed to do their jobs properly. That also put us in danger of being hit by the many surfers. Anyhow the waves were great. Hitting the rock pools was welcome relief to the freezing sea. Then, Jack and Adam arrived. We tried putting up the kites but the wind was not consistent so they went away for another day.

Finally it reached 5pm and we got into the caravan. There were 7 of us, 6 they knew about yet still, there were 4 beds. Two people shared the double, and two slept on the seating areas. One bed was 4ft long. There was no salt or pepper, one toilet roll, half the bedding and dodgy gas. Further faults shall be highlighted later. First of all we cranked up the fridge to full power to chill the beers for the night. In went my 3 litres of cider. The other fridge was installed in sacrifice for the TV and the kettle for the sound 'system', which we had going almost constantly. Unpacking didn't really occur as we mostly took out what we needed when we needed it.

Dinner was chips from the local chippy or the first of many pot noodels. The beer, vodka and cider got broken out and we started quite a fat night. The tunes were playing well, plenty of Roni, some hip-hop, dance, drum n' base etc. We all got into some drinking games. For the trip we adopted specialist nick-names. I was 'Binary', Nathan was 'Hub' James was 'Bullet', Adam was 'Metro' George was 'Speedo', Stephen was 'Skinner' and Jack was 'Coopster'. During the course of the drinking games, you recieved a drinking punishment if caught not using the nick-names, pointing had to be done with elbows too. The drinking games involved '21', 'pit-stop', that guess-counting one, 'fuzzy duck' and some others we made up. We encouraged Nathan to drink excessively and he sure did, putting George's 2.5 pint glass to good use. He tried to be sick, but failed so he hit the town with us.

Into town we had to take a bus that stops just outside the park, costing £1.25 each way into Newquay's bars and pubs. The first few nights we stuck with 'the best bar in town' called 'The Beach'. If you pick up a flyer in the high street you can often get a discount too. Strangely one of the best parts of the place was the security checks. We were all searched for weapons and that gave the place more of an atmosphere. As two of our party were not technically within legal drinking age, I managed a neat trick for entry as we were next in line. I basically asked the bouncer where the toilet was, saying 'you can't tell me which way to head for the toilet mate, i'm a bit desperate'. This takes his mind of ID-ing as you've put it to him that of course your going in.The music playing was good and so was the Sambooka, and everyone enjoyed themeslves throughout the night. Once we met up at the caravan at 3am, the pot noodles were put on the boil and on went more tunes. It turned out there had been some fighting but luckily James who was involved came out on top after beating 3 other guys, 2 of which hit the floor. I wish i'd been there. Nathan was involved in his own drama... Apparently after getting off the bus and walking towards the caravan he thought he saw a bin liner in the street, and, as you do, he ran at it full speed to kick it. Turned out the bin-liner was actually a tall black man, oops. He recieved a bit of a beating for it, and Nath's case wasn't helped when he told the guy what he mistook him for. By morning though he was feeling better. In fact, all of us were. It seemed our caravan was blessed with the power to remove our future hang-overs. Either that or we drank enough water coupled with the fact it was hot in that club and we were busting many shapes on the dance-floor. Strangely, we got up at 8:45am, not needing futher sleep. We grabbed our individual breakfasts, a pot noodle or cereal and planned out the day, with of course more music playing.

We noticed many caravans had the used beer cans piled up in the main window, often colour co-ordinated. We all agreed it looked shit and so Adam me and Stephen sellotaped up a cupboard to act as a giant drink bin with card supports. This thing was huge and on several occasions needed re-inforcements. By the end of the week it was really overflowing and would of put any other caravan's collection to shame. - Took ages emptying though, cheers Jack.

Stephen and Jack had taken up some proper kites, about 5m across. When the winds were good there was some good dragging across the beaches. Unfortunately, Jack let his lines get extremely knotted. After ages untying the knots he put his still messed-up lines aside for later as we were going out. The next day he realised the lines were missing. They never turned up, so someone actually came into our caravan, left hundreds of pounds worth of CDs, beers, vodka, music equipment, phones etc to take two truely knotted lines -Why!

That same night, during the drinking games it was George's turn to be stiched up. I think the previous night we were spiking Adam's drinks, which was sucessful as he told me later 'I havn't been this drunk in ages'. Anyhow, each time George had to use the toilet, out came the vodka, extra beer etc. He carried on drinking. We also collaborated key-words that we knew initiated a drinking rule. Of course, George kept failing and was soon really, really drunk. As we were now getting ready to go out, it became apparent he wouldn't be joining us. He threw up in this bucket we found under the caravan, but was then sick in the caravan too, mostly in the toilet but also over the double bed he was using. Stephen slept on the floor in the main seating area. Luckily though, while we were out he cleared the caravan up a bit.

That night, we hit 'The Beach' again. Mainly because it was going to be a double-cannon foam party. We were gonna be there. Hitting the dance floor the tunes built up and the dance floor became packed. It was really squashed, and it became an effort to hold your place when people started pushing. I regret it now but I held a spot on the dance floor right in the cannon's path all night. Thankfully there was only one cannon or some people might have actually died. In fact one girl did go off to hospital after suffering an athsma attack. That must have been horrible - the panic. Anyhow, the foam was really clumped together and flew out of this cannon covering everyone. On facing it with your arms up, you would be covered in 2 seconds with about 2 feet of foam. Being a bit taller than most, I got a lot of foam in the face. Of course, you need to breathe a lot on the dance floor and this was only achieved by looking downwards and trying to clear the foam away allowing a breathing space, often it just became filled with foam again, leaving you inhaling/drinking a lot of fairy washing up liquid. For the rest of the week I was left with a sore throat and strange voice. Just about worth it. Walking out a back exit with Adam and Jack we were all pleased with ourselves being completely soaked. Luckily it wasn't too cold, walking through the street to the bus.

One evening, someone suggested we should get sea-gulls pissed. I had some stale rolls to donate after someone left my bread-bag open and James was willing to donate some of his 1.5litre, high % vodka. We got a bowl, tore up some bread and poured on some vodka. A bit more bread around the bowl just outside the caravan next to the window where we watched. After a few fly-overs a few sea-gulls came down for the food. After attempting to swallow down some vodka-bread it was choked up again. Hilarious. Some persevered though and soon it was all finshed, even the rejected bread. One sea-gull had taken quite a lot and was last to fly away. He approached the kerb, looking at it uneasily. Stepping forward again slowly, he actually stumbled and rapidly lifted his wings as he lost his balance at this small drop. Everyone pissed themselves with laughter.

Each time we hit a beach we tried to do something new. It was either 'areobe' (descent frisbee thing), football, sun-bathing, swimming, climbing, body-boarding, caving, kite-ing, digging, making tunnels and dams - (as we all know, the most manly thing possible) exploring, and BBQ-ing. At one place that was a bay, Nathan, Jack, James and I went duning, as there were some impressive sand dunes to scale. We set off rom the beach to reach the highest (and furthest) sand dunes. Wearing shorts and no shoes, Nathan and I had a hard time with the thistles and sharp Marram grass everywhere, but it was worth it. Looking down from above the sand was smooth, expansive and steep. Perfect for jumping off so James and I took some giant leaps outwards often falling up to 14ft. The intial impact was fine, as you sunk into the sand but the necessary after roll was painful. Jack also took his bodyboard down a few dunes, picking up a bit of speed, but it could not have been as fun as hucking yourself outwards and falling for 2 full seconds. (Hopefully Nathan will have some photos of the dune jumping, and i'll put them up.) We also dug a deep hole for Nathan to stand in, and did a sideways jump to clear a certain area of disturbed sand. This was only possible by jumpingfully forwards as if doing a dive into a swimming pool from its side, but with quite a fall. It was amazingly fun. We also tried kart-wheeling down the dunes, but by the second and third 'wheel' you pick up so much momentum from the legs you start to take off and leave the dune before crashing out in a spray of sand.

Into the middle of the week and the caravan was suffering from our stay. There was a hole in the ceiling from Stephen. At the time I thought it would be good to 'fill' it as you do, with some bread. On beating the smoke detector, Jack went too far and cracked it. It was broken for a while but several people fixed it, testing led to it being blackend and partially melted. On the third day, everyone blamed me for messing up the toilet floor. This might have come from us setting up the kitchen floor to slide on which naturally required lots of water and washing-up liquid. We got lots of speed and slammed into the end door. Much fun. Lots of foam was used by certain people to 'decorate' the bathroom, as you can see in a photo above, Stephen's soapy mess has dripped onto the floor, I was unfairly balmed for this. The mess really came from this and from the broken toilet we only discovered a day later which ejected lots of water from the tank onto the floor, each time it was flushed. That room was used less and less towards the end as the floor was mank, not nice to step in after a shower. It did get fixed for one day by the site people but it broke a day later.

After much Roni Size playing we had to play Benny Benassi's 'satisfaction' to which everyone would 'find the rhythm' meaning at the same time everyone pushes down on their legs. After several sessions, the caravan became more unstable as supports were broken. We also broke some extra stuff from items falling out of cupboards. This all led to a lot of movement just from walking around inside. The door never worked the same as the side of the caravan was warped from the movements. Luckily some site guys added extra support underneath to stabilise the caravan. Also the fridge door became broken and it seemed it had gone into overdrive freezing the two upper shelves' contents.

One night, we stayed in and got fully drunk. Some other effects might have played apart as some of the guys bought some stuff on site. I had half a pizza that night but put to much cheese on. Later, feeling more hungry I did myself some pasta things which had cheese inside. unfortunately i'd bought it on the second day, and it should have probably been kept in the fridge. Anyhow, after more drinking, I started feeling unwell and took a walk round the caravan and to some bushes. It was a bit of a struggle but in two trips I removed my stomach's contents, leaving me feeling better. After some more tunes I went to bed only to wake up with a bad headache. Probably dehydration as I didn't have much water after throwing up. It was only a headache though and so I was fine to hit the beach that day.

One night we all went to a new club called Bertie's. It would of been really good but the place was just too big to achieve an atmoshphere. More people would have done it. It cost a lot to get in so we styed there a while, enjoying the descent music and cool light set-up. Meanwhile Nathan having previously chugged on his vodka bottle consuming a good couple of inches, was in the club's toilets, hucking up his guts. We each visited him in turns to find him over a sink not looking so good. Later when we all metup we found out Nathan had been found in one of the toilets by a bouncer who swiftly threw him out of the club.

One night we tried a club called Koola There was some really good drum n base going down, so after a pint I hit the dance floor and stayed there most of the night. A couple of other mates had joined us that day and were chatting over at the bar area with everyone else. Some guy was at the bar next to Kit, they had a disagreement resulting an arguement building up. Then someone pushed this fat kid, setting off everyone to start swinging and hitting. Kit slammed this guy's head into a support. James and Charlie were both fighting away, while the rest of our group tried to break it up (You should of kicked ass) Meanwhile I was oblivious about 10 metres away enjoying the musical beats. Eventually bouncers came in took a hold of Kit and forced him out, really roughly, doing more damage than the fighters. Everyone else was moved outside where each were told they were banned. James took a trip to hospital as he had a cut under his eye, and I was eventually told of what happened only later.

The weather was great for most of the week, giving us all a bit of sun-burn but on one day it really rained hard. It rained so hard, the main route out of the park was flooded with a couple of feet of water. We got on the bus expecting to take the long route round. However, our bus-driver was the man and decided as it wasn't his bus anyway he'd drive straight through it past the diverting cars. All went well until the water got deep. Suddenly, water came rushing down the aisle, flooding the bus. Everyone loved it. As we reached an uphill, the water came right to the back over the step, getting some of the slower people to lift their legs. On reaching the downhills and tapping the brakes with the doors open our driver let out the water, which must of looked a bit odd to passers by.

Browsing the beach one day looking at all the mussels, someone had the idea of taking some to cook for later. So we got about 25 clean mussles in some water and took them home to the caravan. Into hot water with a pinch of salt and some butter, and many of them soon opened up. Personally I hate crustacean sea-food but many of the others apparently enjoyed eating them. So did the seagulls as ealry the next morning some of us were woken up by the feeding frenzy caused by sea-gulls on the mussels left-over that we left outside.

On the last day we had to leave the camp by 11am. We decided we had to go out anyway and after several round trips found ourselves at a nightclub called 'Talltrees'. It started out pretty empty but was filled towards the end of the night. There was also going to be a foam party and once again we all got in there. Luckily it wasn't as heavy as in ' The Beach' and we could all breathe. Unfortunately for Jack his eyes seemed to react to the soap in a bad way. He didn't even get much in them but soon they were like two halves of a grapefruit, really bloodshot. At midnight it was going to be Stephen's 18th. Jack and I went up to the DJ for a request and at exactly 12, the DJ says 'A happy Birthday to Skinner tonight' - excellent stuff. We also got 'out into space' mixed in to his set and a couple of other shout outs to 'Stevie D'.

One night I was almost in a fight though as some pushing turned violent in 'The Beach' Two opposing walls were set-up, of about equal numbers, but James and I were the front men and were taller. I was fired up to crack this lad in the head but, as with our side, a couple of them were making peace so we broke it up ourselves after their main guy was hauled out the club by a bouncer. It was strange to be carrying on after then, but it was broken up. However, a couple of days later I walked past one of their people in the campsite, but we just ignored each other. We're all here to enjoy ourselves after all.