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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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One New Year, we went to Skegness.

**Breathes a lot**

I'm still traumatised by this as I don't remember why I agreed to go with my Mum and Sister and I don't recall how I got guilted into it - I mean, I was 19 - what the hell was I thinking?

Anyway, we went, the three of us, in a VW Polo - an E reg one - you know, the shitty little "estate" one - it was white (and after a long weekend in skegness it was rust-brown) and it was a squeeze. The car was slow, I meant 1.0 litre slow especially with all the shit that my Mum carries wherever she goes (even for a night she packs like Armageddon's just around the corner) and I think, after much argument, I drove - my sister and I always fought over who drives (mainly because she's a crap driver - and no, that's not a dig at women drivers, it's a dig at my sister)

We got there - and I remembered why I hate Skegness. It's a shithole. Pure and simple. And it's a shithole in Summer, never mind the depths of the New Year.....

Kill. Me. Now.

Ok, fine - I'll find a bar and get hammered for the whole time - I'm NOT spending more than 30 seconds in the company of my Mum and Sister. Off to the chalet - My chalet - My sister's sharing with my Mum.

Um - No, she's not - she's refused to do that and she's sharing with me. A 2 bed chalet. with limited amenities.

I'm going to kill myself now, or my sister. Preferably her. The weekend spent in that chalet will haunt me forever as I think we just yelled and screamed and bawled the whole time we were there.

That's ok, because I've found a bar, and a fit barmaid who served me and we chatted each other up the whole time - result :o) Nothing was going to happen, but it's ok, we'll meet when I get back to Uni - I was at Uni in Sheffield and she was in Barnsley. Hooray - there's light at the end of the tunnel.

Anyway, the weekend passed off uneventfully - apart from constant rowing with my sister and rowing with Mum about my drinking (I'm a 19 year old student FFS) and being hungover - well, I say unevenfully - sharing a room with ones sister who you pretty much hate isn't good for the psyche.....

I still harbour a hatred of Skeg as it is, and always will be, a shithole.

Oh, the girl from Barsnley? I met up with her, realised she was actually hideously ugly and got straight back on the train back to Sheffield.

That was the last time I went anywhere with my sister and Mum.

I do, actually, have more stories. Tragically.
(, Fri 3 Aug 2007, 10:25, Reply)

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