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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Benidorm early 90'sI was about 16 and it was a holiday of highs and lows, peaks and troughs even swings and roundabouts if you will.
On the first full day my mum got sunstroke. She spent the next few days confined to the hotel room while the old man and I watched an entire Test Match (that's several days worth of cricket) from the comfort of an English pub, drinking bitter and eating chips. Classy eh?
Sadly, after recovering, mum had her revenge by dragging us to the set of Eldorado, the ill fated, ill scripted and ill acted soap opera. There we had to watch her swoon as she got the autograph of the devilishly handsome, Julio Iglesias-ish, Spanish actor who played the doctor. Gah.
Benidorm is a shithole by the way.
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abefroman skating on the thin life of modern life on, Fri 3 Aug 2007, 15:36,
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