Well
I grew up in the West Midlands in the 1980s. My parents drove a brown Mini Metro which was starting to rust. We went on holidays to caravan parks in the UK, including one in Scotland where the outdoor pool was so cold I cried.

Once a year or so we'd have enough money to go on holiday abroad, and we'd go to the Costa Del Sol for a week, where we'd get horribly sunburnt in the day and spend the evenings in bars called things like 'Bonkers Bar' run by dodgy looking blokes called Les from Essex who'd make horrible blue cocktails in an effort to chat up underage girls (which was generally considered alright back then).

On the first non-school uniform day at big school, I wore a shell suit jacket and got punched. Other things I got in fights for during my school years included being posh (we were penniless but I didn't have strong Brummie accent because my parents weren't from there), having a Mum who was a lezza (she had short hair), and being clever (I once read a book that I didn't have to).

On a weekend, we often took a trip into Birmingham to go shopping. This was before the modern redevelopment, and it was a bit like if Hieronymous Bosch had done set design for Blade Runner. In the 1960s. With concrete as the only medium.

The highlight of a week was on a Thursday night, when we'd have takeaway curry and watch a marathon of VHS recorded episodes of the Bill.

Am I doing this right? It was genuinely a bit shit, though...
(SnowyTheWereRabbit the Leporid from Hell, Thu 29 Aug 2013, 17:48, 4 replies)

Beat me by a minute
With the shit holiday reminiscences. But have a click.
(Dildo Bugger destroyed a ring on, Thu 29 Aug 2013, 17:50, closed)

Foreign holidays every year and you were 'penniless'?
Fuck off. We spent our holidays in a tent or at my gran's house in exotic Southport and I didn't step foot on a plane until I was 23.
( Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Thu 29 Aug 2013, 20:45, closed)

I tell a lie.
We once had a weekend in a hotel in York. And all it took was my brother getting cancer and having a realistic chance of not making his 12th birthday. They had a mechanical shoe polisher. It was well exciting.
( Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Thu 29 Aug 2013, 20:52, closed)

Here you go
Have a glass of this Chateau de Chasselas
(SnowyTheWereRabbit the Leporid from Hell, Fri 30 Aug 2013, 0:18, closed)