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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When is too fat...too fat?I went with my family on some sort of spurious camping trip to France. I say 'spurious' as it amounted to little more than an opportunity for my parents and their friends to get hammered on cheap local plonk every night while the kids 'played nicely'. Given that some of us had reached the ripe old age of 15, this was more than a lttle bit naff.
So one night, I sneaked a few bottles of the local mouthwash and headed for the beach with a trusted chum. To cut a long story short, I ended up bagging off with possibly the fattest girl in the Western hemisphere. How fat, I hear you ask?
I had to lift her stomach up and out of the way to go down on her...and there was a white scummy film under the folds to boot.
Still did it.
Can't remember anything else about the holiday as I spent the rest of my time in La Rochelle (or wherever it was) trying to burn all memory of that ghastly night from my brain.
(, Sun 5 Aug 2007, 22:37, Reply)
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