Yes, come, join us in the wee small hours as our wolf pack scavanges the land, hunting for loose researchers and engaging in midnight conversations. When the rest of the H2G2 community is asleep, this small elite group stays up, wandering the wastelands. Come researchers join the pack and release yourself to your natural urges. This small clearing in H2G2 woods is the home of the more 'nocturnal', more diserning H2G2 members. Join us at the campsite, where we sit, we eat burnt pieces of marshmallow, and act wierd !!

Who are you ?...

I am Old Uncle Zarniwoop, leader of this merry gang and co-owner of the Campsite. Anybody who is stray, and is looking for a place to be wierd and express themselves, feel free to do it here !!! Here nothing makes sense, people will come and go, and life will take on a whole new meaning Uncle Zarniwoop and the The Creatures of The Night.

Sorry this is all very long winded and repetative but it was nessersery to use these mind techniques to make all people out late be attracted to this place like a beacon. This is because many of them are drunk, and have at least two people supporting them.

Yes, come closer .... HAH HAH HAH

Thats right, come closer into the light. Rest yourself, park down your load around the fire. Swap tales and information, and be safe in the knowledge that you are no longer alone

I see the magical shine in your eyes that suggests a H2G2 addict, eh. Don't worry, here you will not be discriminated, for we all share the same vice. But make sure you're gone before midnight as the campers get annoyed.

Drum Roll !!!!!!! Dah Dah

Yes thats right. The spit roast is on the spit, the fire is lit and the Tiki bar is stocked. Now come on, enjoy yourself...Feel free to post any hing you want!!!!