Newquay
I was 16 and severely adolescent when it happened.

The traditional end of GCSE celebrations at Sunnyside holiday camp in Newquay continued late one night and young, drunk and excited, we had managed to blag our way into Sailors Nightclub.

Now, I knew my parents were also on holiday in Cornwall but my suspicions were not aroused when a late phonecall from my father arrived, asking what we were up to. "Having fun dad! we are going to try and get into Sailors later!"

So tipsy and jubilant, we had got past the gatekeepers and were into the pussy filled, neon paradise that is Sailors nightclub. We walk up to the bar and standing there, blind drunk, grinning with a bucket of beers is my Old Man!

I meet him with a stare of disgust, my mates greet him like an old, long lost friend. After a brief chat, he starts to tell my friends, in detail, the story of how I was conceived in Newquay when all of a sudden my mother, having been dancing drunkenly in the corner, arrives just in time to help him finish the story.

Thanks Mum and Dad, thanks alot!
(Eggstrovert isnt patronising you...honest..., Fri 25 Feb 2011, 13:45, 4 replies)

Ha ha
brilliant!
(Smale is stuffed, Fri 25 Feb 2011, 13:58, closed)

Sailors is the biggest shit hole I have ever been too
My wife dragged me there when we were first dating. Place stank. Even worse than Berties even though you are more likely to get stabbed at Berties.
( Peej, Fri 25 Feb 2011, 14:10, closed)

You know it's a good nightclub when you have to go through an airport-style metal-detector to get in.

( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Fri 25 Feb 2011, 14:46, closed)

never tell your parents where you're going to be drinking
just in case they pull this trick
( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Fri 25 Feb 2011, 16:45, closed)