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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When I was about 14I spent a holiday culling seals with the old man. It'd be fair to say my holiday stories got a mixed reaction when I returned to school in the leafy home counties.
Actually; that was the same year that me and a mate went climbing on the Ilse of Skye. We spent a lot of time with a paedophile we met. Luckily this was some time ago so he was just a dirty old man at the time.
We'd use his speed boat, drink his beer etc while he'd ernestly explain why it'd be only right for him to grease our weasels in return.
We had a great time, weasels remained resolutely ungreased, but we still decided best not mention our new friend to the parental units.
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Ring Of Fire A petty, drooling belming butthurt retard., Thu 2 Aug 2007, 15:03,
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