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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If..One more person says "ickle" in their posts I'll,I'll,I'll - err - go down the pub and get drunk!!
Honestly - it drives me crackers...
So. Obligatory story.
Once went on holiday with my older brother, a mate of his fromm the army and my whiney fucking cousin. It pissed down from the moment we put the tent up until the day we left.
Whiney cousin was driving me batshit so I kept sending him on errands to the campsite shop. These included.
Tin of tartan paint
Bag of nail holes
Sky hook
and a Long Stand.
Campsite owner eventually came down and bollocked me as whiney cousin would burst into tears every time he realised that I was taking the piss.
Cheers
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Legless Mister Stabby - shanks for the memory, Fri 3 Aug 2007, 14:21,
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