Lots of us are really lucky to live in places where we're just a walk or a drive away from like-minded WAM folk. Places where we're free to choose to get messy.

But I'm pretty sure lots of our loyal membership live their lives many thousands of miles from other people in the community - perhaps even in places so remote there's little contact with other people at all? Maybe WAMming is practically impossible? Harsh climates, lack of supplies? Other geographic or political restrictions?

Let's hear your stories, how you found us, what you love about WAM! Or just say Hi!

Also, let's hear about your WAM escapades in the most unlikely and impractical locations on the globe. Maybe not far away, just challenging!

Back in 1969, Michael Collins, pilot of the Apollo 11 command module was described as 'The Lonliest Man Ever' after he'd spent 28 hours further from another human being than anyone, ever whilst Armstrong and Aldrin had landed on the moon.


Collins recalled (in my words):

"When the guys went off down to the surface in the luna module, I thought this was the perfect time to have that covert WAM session I'd been planning in the background during training. I'd stashed some packets of dehydrated pudding in my pants and was choosing my moment to---hydrate them with a little water injection device I'd managed to smuggle in there. I was pleased to note that thus far it had survived the immense forces of propulsion intact. The pressurisation between the two modules had caused an additional, unwanted boost to the luna craft, potentially throwing it perilously off course, but, far from being a problem, all I could think was that this might give me the extra time I needed alone. With them gone for a good 30 hours, I started with the covert fun

Then, the worst happened: they returned early. I had to remove the broom handle I'd shoved in the wheel spokes that was rattling as Neil and Buzz attempted to open the airlock.

'Sorry', I said, ' don't know how that happened'
'What did you think of the speech?' asked Neil
'Oh! It was very---'
'What the hell have you been doing in here?' barked, Buzz, noticing how untidy it had gotten during their time away.
'Calculations. Er, talking to Huston?'
My pants were full of liquid and visibly undulating like a water bed. 'Yeah!' I said, using the quick thinking that had gotten me this far, 'rations malfunction---?'