Nine days after Joshs' 17th birthday he somehow managed to pass his driving test, which is just as well as we had our first holiday to Durdle door planned for the following day.
  Joshs' mum being nice or gullible, let him share her car.

The legendary yellow metro!

We grabbed our tent, lots of beer, a can of beans and some more beer and headed on our 1st of many lads holidays, many of us still 16.
A few hours later we arrive at the camp site , the back of the car quickly filling up with empty beer cans.
We throw up the tent and head out to swanage on the search for girls or beer,
Or even better, girls with beer!

And that's just what we found.

A few miles away, Im the middle of nowhere was a Group of people, mostly girls. Doing some kind of organised walk. Somehow Joshs' thought he knew one of the girls so pulled over to say hi.
Soon as the car stopped they all started asking for a lift, as they had 10 miles left to walk.
Joshs' being tight said he would take them where they wanted to go, but he will only make one trip. Me and the other three passengers were booted out on the side of the road, with just a crate of larger for protection from the wild life.

Everyone rushed for the car. As girls are clearly better at packing a car then any lad, One of the walker girls took charge and somehow managed to get everyone in!
The back seats were put down, and 3 people laid in the back, then another 3 layed on top, then another on top of them.
As far as Im aware, there was no accidental pregnancy's.

The poor metro had nine people in it, the boot wouldn't close, there was legs out of the windows and Josh had someone sat on his lap, but it moved! Very slowly it moved, with the tires rubbing the wheel arches and the little 1100cc engine screamed up the road.

I cant remember him coming back, I know he did and that he was gone bloody ages.
But we had finished off the crate of larger by then and the rest is a bit blurry.