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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Sidford, Devon, 1990Worst holiday of my life. Went with my mad girlfriend and some of my college friends.
Myself and said girlfriend elected to do it doggy style on the first night. Terrible mistake. She was not prone to wiping her arse very thoroughly, and the only real memory I have of the experience was the smell of faeces permeating every sensory orifice.
2 days later I found a pair of her shreddies on the bedroom floor. On closer inspection (well you would wouldnt you?) they appeared to have a political map of the Yukatan impressed upon them in dried shit.
Which was nice.
/I guess after that last revelation, the town should've been renamed "Skidford"/
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