My Uncle Mike has a great story about attending an assembly in Scotland, in 1973 I think. They camped (quite a lot of witnesses I knew camped - were all piss poor over here - ive no idea what these 'hotel' things are you keep talking about. And by 'pool' I assume you mean a puddle made by the rain?)
So anyway the weather was shite - like its supposed to be over here, and in the middle of the night there is a godawful tent collapsing storm. Uncle Mike says he spent the WHOLE night holding up the central tent pole, then had to attend the sessions all the next day. Ahh happy days.
I never pulled at an assembly, so I thought they were rubbish. I did watch somebodys dog run into the middle of the Southampton Football Club pitch once (when it used to be at St Marys) and do a quivering crap. LMAO. It was great.