I spent most of my childhood living 400 yards from the Rugby Ground and this lot were the bane of our lives. Always trying to blag accommodation and, unlike a rugby match, They were there for what seemed like weeks. Had run the gauntlet going to and from school. The car parks on the otherside of the A316 seemed to be full of Dormobiles and Reliant Robins.
Bloody Hell, Nick and I might have been neighbours