never holiday with brothers
my brother managed to ruin my first 2 spanish holidays.

the first time we went, i was all excited to go into the pool(deep end, i'd just learned to swim) with my mask and snorkel.
my brother decided he wanted to try to kill me by waiting till i got near the edge of the pool and putting grapes down my snorkel. i choked so much, i almost drowned.

second time, i stayed in the sun all the first day. being the pale-skinned nordic blonde type, i burned like a bastard and ended up in bed for 3 days, huge blisters on each arm. one blister on each, that covered the whole arm. both arms, shoulders and back are covered in freckles and tiny white scars to this day.
after i recovered, my sister decided to teach me how to play pool. being the only left-hander in the family, i held the cue differently to everyone else. my brother decided he didn't like that.
he came screaming over to us, calling me a stupid bitch, and grabbed the cue. i, however, didn't want to let go.
a ten-minute battle ensued, culminating in my brother yelling triumphantly as he wrenched the cue off me, swung it and hit me in the face with it.
the tip of the cue caught me right in the corner of my eye. seriously, another millimetre and he'd have blinded me.
i spent the rest of the holiday with a black eye and 2 purple tramlines up the side of my face.
the little shit got away with it, too.
bastard.
( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Fri 3 Aug 2007, 0:35, Reply)