The night Big John came down to earth

It was a familiar scene during the annual camping weekend; the barbecue was blazing and Big John was rustling up a storm in the "camp kitchen" whilst the rest of waited patiently to taste the results - which were excellent.

Now, I don't know if it was the fact that perhaps Big John ate too much of his own delicious fayre, or maybe it was the drink.

But, just a few hours later, the scene was not so civilised - after he fell through his chair.

And when something of that size hits the ground, clearly emergency forces must be marshaled.

Followed by a few more.

The only disappointment of the entire evening was that he didn't land on the old windbag himself, Dagenham Dave. But more on Daggers another time.