Skegness
One New Year, we went to Skegness.

**Breathes a lot**

I'm still traumatised by this as I don't remember why I agreed to go with my Mum and Sister and I don't recall how I got guilted into it - I mean, I was 19 - what the hell was I thinking?

Anyway, we went, the three of us, in a VW Polo - an E reg one - you know, the shitty little "estate" one - it was white (and after a long weekend in skegness it was rust-brown) and it was a squeeze. The car was slow, I meant 1.0 litre slow especially with all the shit that my Mum carries wherever she goes (even for a night she packs like Armageddon's just around the corner) and I think, after much argument, I drove - my sister and I always fought over who drives (mainly because she's a crap driver - and no, that's not a dig at women drivers, it's a dig at my sister)

We got there - and I remembered why I hate Skegness. It's a shithole. Pure and simple. And it's a shithole in Summer, never mind the depths of the New Year.....

Kill. Me. Now.

Ok, fine - I'll find a bar and get hammered for the whole time - I'm NOT spending more than 30 seconds in the company of my Mum and Sister. Off to the chalet - My chalet - My sister's sharing with my Mum.

Um - No, she's not - she's refused to do that and she's sharing with me. A 2 bed chalet. with limited amenities.

I'm going to kill myself now, or my sister. Preferably her. The weekend spent in that chalet will haunt me forever as I think we just yelled and screamed and bawled the whole time we were there.

That's ok, because I've found a bar, and a fit barmaid who served me and we chatted each other up the whole time - result :o) Nothing was going to happen, but it's ok, we'll meet when I get back to Uni - I was at Uni in Sheffield and she was in Barnsley. Hooray - there's light at the end of the tunnel.

Anyway, the weekend passed off uneventfully - apart from constant rowing with my sister and rowing with Mum about my drinking (I'm a 19 year old student FFS) and being hungover - well, I say unevenfully - sharing a room with ones sister who you pretty much hate isn't good for the psyche.....

I still harbour a hatred of Skeg as it is, and always will be, a shithole.

Oh, the girl from Barsnley? I met up with her, realised she was actually hideously ugly and got straight back on the train back to Sheffield.

That was the last time I went anywhere with my sister and Mum.

I do, actually, have more stories. Tragically.
(james_tiger_woods is going to start his killing spree on the, Fri 3 Aug 2007, 10:25, Reply)