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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School potholing trip!Hooray for young teenage lads forcing their way into damp, dark holes.
The venue of choice was the Mendip Hills. Not too bad except for a then friend of mine who decided that it would be a good idea to get hammered on cheap cider on the way down. The vomiting started slowly with him desperately trying to keep it in, occasionally dribbling in down his cuff. The guy next to him said "if you're going to do it, just get it done," leaned over and opened the minibus window.
He yakked all down the side of the minibus at 50 mph, nicely pebbledashing the side windows for the rest of us.
While the teachers pretended not to notice, the next poor bastard who forgot his PE kit ended up having to wash the fucker.
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Kroney, Mon 6 Aug 2007, 9:52,
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