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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Ooh!Forgot about this one. Doesn't involve parents but does involve Wales and caravans.
A mate loaned me his caravan which was on a site in Wales. So me and the two guys I worked with plus GFs fucked off down there for weekend break.
First night there we all got hammered in the local club and, unbelievably stupidly, got in mates car to drive, drunkenly, through the campsite. And the inevitable happened.
Driver going way too fast on an unlit caravan site totally misses the sharp right-hander and carries straight on, through a fence and then demolished the veranda of a caravan. Nobody hurt so we got car out and scarpered.
Woke up the next morning to a hammering on the door. Mate went to door and I could hear a coppers voice. Shit! Double shit as mate *hates* coppers.
"Did you have an accident last night sir?" asks copper
Don't lie! Don't lie! Don't lie I'm furiously thinking.
"Err - aye" says mate.
"Good job you admitted it son" says copper bringing his hands from behind his back and showing mate his numberplate. "Found this embedded in the caravan you hit. If you'd lied I would have nicked you"
Still cost us over a grand for the damage though. Free weekends can be expensive.
Cheers
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Legless Mister Stabby - shanks for the memory, Fri 3 Aug 2007, 14:34,
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