Family HolidaysBack in the 80s when my Dad got made redundant (hello Dad!), he spent all the redundancy money on one of those big motor caravans.
Us kids loved it, apart from when my sister threw up on my sleeping bag, but looking back I'm not so sure my mum did. There was a certain tension every time the big van was even mentioned, let alone driven around France for weeks on end with her still having to cook and do all the washing.
What went wrong, what went right, and how did you survive the shame of having your family with you as a teenager?
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chthonic, Thu 2 Aug 2007, 14:33)
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Holidays aren't what they used to be.Trouble with holidays? Pah!
When I were a lad, we lived in Berlin. One day we were all given some pretty stars to wear with our friends. Then we were given a ride on a choo-choo to a "holiday camp".
Holiday camp? My arse. All I did there was work while the olds went off to have a shower after the trip and never bloody came back.
Food was shite too. Never went on a family hol after that. Still, I got to dig lots of holes in the garden there.
Ticket to Hull, please.
(, Sun 5 Aug 2007, 10:16, Reply)
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