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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Poisoned on Corfu..Went on holiday with Mum and Dad to Corfu. I was 15 and a fairly hardened drinker by that point. I was also out for as much girl action as I could get! Yeah! I met a few German girls on the beach who only ever really seemed to be amused by me. And so I drank by myself every night, never really bold enough to talk to anyone.. I drank anything I could get my hands on, mainly Bacardi and Coke and the local paint stripper they call wine, Retsina.. I would either pass out on the beach, or puke in my apartment. (I had a balcony and the floor was tiled right up to the edge. I found beach towels particularly effective as a squeedgee to swoosh all the puke across the floor and off the balcony! Would wake to find the local cats feasting on the fallen goodness!)
It was the last time I went away with Mum and Dad. I couldn't bear being so alone and/or drunk..
(, Sun 5 Aug 2007, 1:21, Reply)
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