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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France, 1990....It was cool. My parents had bought a Renault 5 GT Turbo that year and blasted down to Biarritz at 100mph+ bullying arrogant french drivers out of the way.
I found a great store that sold Metal Hammer and Kerrang! and was frequented by semi-decent french rock-chicks.
I managed to get off with one of said Rock-chicks one sultry summer night.
My Dad fed me beer all week, and insisted on getting drunk with me and being purile (I later found out he was having a tough time at work then, so was probably cutting loose).
The campsite courier wore denim hotpants, which left NOTHING to the imagination.
Great days.
(, Fri 3 Aug 2007, 11:11, Reply)
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