The ones who ignore the no cars on the field rule and speed-drive their car to their pitch to unload/load. If you want to drive right up to the doors of your tent, maybe book a Premier Inn with a parking space.
The parents who send their kids to play outside other people’s tents/shepherd’s huts so they can have some quiet time.
The land grabbers who pitch their tent right in front of you and your view but who put up 77 windbreakers so nobody else can encroach on their space. They tend to claim about a third of the field.
The knobheads who are so worried about their tent being lonely that in a massive, empty field, they will pitch 10mm away from you and literally cross their guy ropes with yours. The same dicks who park their car slap-bang next to you in a supermarket car park where you were the only car.
The selfish performative parents who start cooking breakfast at 5am and allow their offspring to run riot around the camping field.
The idiots who tramp all the mud into the shower blocks and the actual showers.
Those who brush their tooth and do their full ablutions in the outside dish-washing sink, when there are actual bathroom sinks a few metres away.
Snoring men.
Men and boys who take over the whole campsite with their games of football.
Parents who change their babies on the actual dining table in the indoor communal kitchen block.
People who ignore the dogs on leads rule and take them into the aforementioned kitchen.
People who set their fire pits so the smoke blows your way and not theirs.
Im sure there are about 55 more. As you can clearly tell, I absolutely love camping!