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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New Zealand...Tis a strange place. If anyone has ever been they will know, unless you are a huge fan of country pursuits such as walking, or erm walking on hills, or errm walking around hills, there isnt much in the way of stuff to do. Especially for an 19 ish year old Gimli, who doesnt particullaly like walking.
Now Mr/Mrs Gloin several years ago decided to move over there leaving me with my slightly odd and incredibly racist grandmother. Basically anything that is wrong with the world can be directly related to the fact there are Muslims and Poles in London. Anyway I digress.
Part of their plan for this move, was for me to finish my A levels and then join them for a new life in NZ. I wasnt so sure so the compromise was, come out for a month, see how it goes. Just as these plans were being finalised I got myself a new whomarn. Lovely lass, mad as a box of schizophrenic frogs who were abused as tadpoles. The suggestion for her to come along was made and all was set.
I get to NZ jet lagged to buggery after 26 painful hellish hours on planes/in airports. All to start a calender month of being practically begged to stay by my mother. And being guilt tripped into coming back by the girlfriend, who even suggested we get married so she can come live with me. (FUCK NO, I dont even like you that much!!! was my internal reaction, some ol'bollocks about not being ready the external reaction). Not fun.
Also as I mentioned NZ isnt exactly full of things to do, especially in winter and especially when you are there for a full month, with very little money. So not only was I being emotionally tortured. I was bored as fuck for long periods! This also lead to my mother accusing me of not trying to enjoy NZ!
I had a lot of sex though, something mad women seem quite adept at.
Conclusion, if anyone is still with me.
I come back finish with the biach, stay in the UK and my parents have decided to come back because they dont like it.
Sorry about the length, but if you have ever been on a flight from London to Wellington, you wouldnt complain.
(, Fri 3 Aug 2007, 12:37, Reply)
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