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Back 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?

(, Thu 2 Aug 2007, 14:33)
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Scalded in Blackpool
When i was about 10.my family went for a no holds barred sunshine break to Blackpool.one weeks worth..my family consisted of my mum.my stepfather(we never got on) me and brother who was a toddler..we used to stay in bispham and cos my stepdad was a keen runner.we walked everywhere..all the way down to south pier and back everyday..youch the memories,blisters on me blisters..anyway half way through the week,we went down on the beach near bispham(similar terrain to beirut)the tide had just gone out leaving behind a soggy mush of sand..my mum was sat right up on the steps with my little bro...my stepfather had just purchased two solid plastic, tennis type bats,complete with a spongey ball..i had my favourite white t shirt on(thought i was the biz wearing it)after a few go's the spongey ball landed in a vat of sandy mush,needless to say my stepfather thwacked the ball in my direction,with the power of pete silverback sampras..Kersplatt he scored a direct hit ,in the area of my solar plexis...this got my back up big style..my brill white t covered in what resembled golden retriever diaorhia...just by my feet was a quagmire of a puddle..i rammmed the sponge ball deep down in its splodginess....my step dad had a worried look on his face..he shouted "DONT YOU DARE"...i then cocked my arm..and BAM the ball was gone..in his direction...to my horror..i scored a direct hit to..right between the eyes of my spectacle wearing stepdad....RIGHT THATS IT he belmed...i set off running for my life..got about 30 metres..then i felt a wrenching of my arm...nooooo he got me..now what....i could see my mum up on steps ..she was waving and smiling(must of thought we were playing a game)...she was right..the game was swinging me in a circle,till my stomach connected with his fist ,for about what felt like 15 mins...mmmm. family hols eh...who fecking needs em...ps..we used to go to blackpool and then scarborough alternate years..till i left home when i was 16..since then they been abroad every year...i will never forget that ball ..and his sand splattered face
(, Fri 3 Aug 2007, 2:24, Reply)

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