Gave up when Cambridge gave up folk music. Gave up when a friend got beaten up. Gave up when significant other's daughter nearly got raped. Gave up when they started marking out the tent spaces. Gave up when they stopped you bringing a car onto site two days early to pitch tent. Gave up when significant other decided she was to old to camp. Gave up when the cost got too great. Gave up when I saw the club tent pay no attention whatsoever to John Kirkpatrick, and rave about some contemporary navel-gazing.

But I've been clean for five years now, despite previous relapses.