Holiday Dad
My Dad seemingly becomes a different person on holiday. Normally, he's just your normal, average, middle aged Marketing Manager.

However, on holiday, he changes to a very cool bloke. For example, when I was 10 on a family holiday to Spain, we were all sat outside our tent enjoying the sun when he turns to me and my brother, smiles, and states:

"Boys - the sun is shining, the pound is strong, and I've had two beers"

The delivery alone had us creased up. On a similar future holiday, we got up in the morning, had our breakfast and coffee. He looked at his watch, went back into the villa, and came out with a big glass of brandy. The explanation? "In Spain, its 9AM. That's Brandy O'Clock!".

Then there was another holiday where randomly he decided it was time me and my brother had a 'Beer Shampoo' - yes, its exactly how it sounds. And yes, for a couple of pre-teen lads, it was fecking awesome.

Now that I think about it, I'm painting the picture that my pop is an alcoholic...
(Brighton RAWK at the tone, the time will be:, Tue 30 Nov 2010, 11:26, 2 replies)

Your dad is Fun Bobby.

( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Tue 30 Nov 2010, 11:53, closed)

HA!

Good thing I haven't tried to get him off the sauce then. No one wants a depressed Dad with no fun stories :P
(Brighton RAWK at the tone, the time will be:, Tue 30 Nov 2010, 12:01, closed)