My Biggest Disappointment
Often the things we look forward to the most turn out to be a huge let down. As Freddy Woo puts it, "High heels in bed? No fun at all. Porn has a lot to answer for."
Well, Freddy, you are supposed to get someone else to wear them.
What's disappointed you lot?
null points for 'This QOTW'
( , Thu 26 Jun 2008, 14:15)
Often the things we look forward to the most turn out to be a huge let down. As Freddy Woo puts it, "High heels in bed? No fun at all. Porn has a lot to answer for."
Well, Freddy, you are supposed to get someone else to wear them.
What's disappointed you lot?
null points for 'This QOTW'
( , Thu 26 Jun 2008, 14:15)
« Go Back
The unexpected holiday ....
.
When I was a kid, we had a holiday every year. Usually a caravan park somewhere "down south", meaning Great Yarmouth or the like. Still, a lot of our friends never got further than Pease Bay, so we counted ourselves lucky.
One year, Dad had changed jobs and the parents explained to us that they had no spare cash for a holiday. Ah well, we still got 7 weeks off school, so weren't really all that upset.
One day, about a week before the schools broke up (and how I used to wish that phrase would come true!) we got home to find mum and dad in a state of high excitement. Dad had been given a bonus, big enough to pay for a holiday. The only problem was, everywhere was booked solid. All the places we'd been before were gradually crossed off the list.
I don't know how they found it, but somehow they managed to rent a "beachside cottage" at the last minute. Sounded good. Two minutes from the beach, near to amenities, adjacent children's play park.
We got there mid afternoon, and while mum unpacked, dad took us out to find the beach. That was the first disappointment. Two minutes away? Maybe in a Harrier. It took us a good 30 minutes to walk, and we weren't exactly dawdling. It wasn't even a very big beach and had pebbles instead of sand. You can't build castles out of pebbles. I know. I tried.
The second disappointment was the "near to amenities" bit. They meant to say that it was a 20 minute hike to the nearest shop, which was in fact a garage forecourt. And sold the square root of fuck all that kids want to buy.
The final disappointment was the "adjacent children's play park". They meant to say that there used to be a pub across the single track road, but lack of custom had closed it down. In the badly overgrown pub garden were one rusty swing and a broken slide. And a lot of nettles. Most of which I found, effortlessly, with bare legs.
We could just about cope with all that, being a resilient bunch, but then the next day, the rain started. It started and forgot to stop. We had 6 days of sitting in a damp, musty cottage, playing snap with two-thirds of a pack of cards (mice had got the rest) and watching it rain. Joy.
When we got back home we were told by our neighbours that southern Scotland had enjoyed a week of unbroken sunshine. Oh great joy.
The next year, we went to Butlins. It still rained a lot, but at least there was plenty to do.
( , Fri 27 Jun 2008, 19:57, 2 replies)
.
When I was a kid, we had a holiday every year. Usually a caravan park somewhere "down south", meaning Great Yarmouth or the like. Still, a lot of our friends never got further than Pease Bay, so we counted ourselves lucky.
One year, Dad had changed jobs and the parents explained to us that they had no spare cash for a holiday. Ah well, we still got 7 weeks off school, so weren't really all that upset.
One day, about a week before the schools broke up (and how I used to wish that phrase would come true!) we got home to find mum and dad in a state of high excitement. Dad had been given a bonus, big enough to pay for a holiday. The only problem was, everywhere was booked solid. All the places we'd been before were gradually crossed off the list.
I don't know how they found it, but somehow they managed to rent a "beachside cottage" at the last minute. Sounded good. Two minutes from the beach, near to amenities, adjacent children's play park.
We got there mid afternoon, and while mum unpacked, dad took us out to find the beach. That was the first disappointment. Two minutes away? Maybe in a Harrier. It took us a good 30 minutes to walk, and we weren't exactly dawdling. It wasn't even a very big beach and had pebbles instead of sand. You can't build castles out of pebbles. I know. I tried.
The second disappointment was the "near to amenities" bit. They meant to say that it was a 20 minute hike to the nearest shop, which was in fact a garage forecourt. And sold the square root of fuck all that kids want to buy.
The final disappointment was the "adjacent children's play park". They meant to say that there used to be a pub across the single track road, but lack of custom had closed it down. In the badly overgrown pub garden were one rusty swing and a broken slide. And a lot of nettles. Most of which I found, effortlessly, with bare legs.
We could just about cope with all that, being a resilient bunch, but then the next day, the rain started. It started and forgot to stop. We had 6 days of sitting in a damp, musty cottage, playing snap with two-thirds of a pack of cards (mice had got the rest) and watching it rain. Joy.
When we got back home we were told by our neighbours that southern Scotland had enjoyed a week of unbroken sunshine. Oh great joy.
The next year, we went to Butlins. It still rained a lot, but at least there was plenty to do.
( , Fri 27 Jun 2008, 19:57, 2 replies)
You
didn't really seem to do well on the whole family holiday thing.
*sympathy click*
( , Fri 27 Jun 2008, 21:11, closed)
didn't really seem to do well on the whole family holiday thing.
*sympathy click*
( , Fri 27 Jun 2008, 21:11, closed)
Actually, this one and the French odyssey
from earlier on are the only bad holidays we had. The others were all great, honestly. I think that's why these two were so disappointing. We were used to 2 weeks of running wild, making new friends and having a ball.
( , Sat 28 Jun 2008, 13:00, closed)
from earlier on are the only bad holidays we had. The others were all great, honestly. I think that's why these two were so disappointing. We were used to 2 weeks of running wild, making new friends and having a ball.
( , Sat 28 Jun 2008, 13:00, closed)
« Go Back