Local man attempts WiFi connection with the universe. Signal weak, enlightenment pending.
Moments before shouting ‘THIS. IS. SPARTA.’ and slipping on wet moss.
Two pints in and already planning how to fight the English, even though they are the English.
When you hear someone open the crisps but you're still pretending to admire nature.
The gang’s all here. One of them farted. Paul’s face knows who.
Achieved inner peace. Also, mild hypothermia in both testicles.