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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Executive DecisionMet a mate of mine in the pub last night, and he told me the following family horror story:
My mate, who I shall call Colin, was aroun 17 or 18, and off on a camping holiday with the family into France. Along the long and torturous route, he discovered his Dad's stash of beer and cider, and proceeded to indulge while father dear drove ever onwards. by the time they arrived at the campsite, and put the tent up, Colin was feeling a little worse for wear, so he headed off to the campsite toilets to releive his burden.
It's one of those 'hole-in-the-ground' types, so down come the trousers and pants, assume the squatting position and...... vomit copiously into the ready pepared trouser / pant bucket in front of him.
His spare clothes are all in the tent, where his family are, so he has a choice of
A) Remove the offending items and leg it back accross the campsite hoping no-one notices his nudity.
B) Drain as much vom as possible, and then pull them back up, getting sick all over his delicate parts and facing a deeply uncomfortable waddle back to the family unit covered in stinking beer / cider vom.
Click to find out which path he opted for.
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Sonic James Doom forgetting the date since... umm..., Mon 6 Aug 2007, 9:16,
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