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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My last family holidaywas to a small town in Rhodes, when I was 16. It wasn't so much a family holiday as a holiday with me and my Mum, since her and my Dad were on the verge of splitting up and didn't particularly want to spend a week in Greece together, and no other close family members could be arsed (my grandma probably would have, but she was dead).
Suffice to say it bored the shite out of me - at the age of 16 I had absolutely no appreciation for the various historical sites and crap museums we paid a visit to, and I couldn't even while away the time by getting pissed in one of the town's few bars, because I had no one to get pissed with.
The only thing that really sticks with me about that holiday is, because the hotel room was tiny and I was with my Mum pretty much at all times, it was the longest I'd been without a wank in three years.
(, Fri 3 Aug 2007, 1:10, Reply)
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