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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Singing freaksA couple of years ago, my boyfriend and I went for an impromptu weekend in Brighton to celebrate our anniversary.
Not only could we not get a room at our favourite boutique hotel with free-standing baths by the huge bedroom windows, looking out over the ocean, perfectly sized for two and perfect for fostering the naughty feeling that anyone with a beady eye could see in, with champagne buckets on standby and heated floors in the bathrooms, we could not get a room anywhere in Brighton or the surrounding areas.
Why?
Because there was a bloody BARBERSHOP QUARTET CONVENTION in town, and they had booked every single room in the city.
Message me if you'd like the hotel's details; it really is beautiful. Take your significant other and I guarantee you'll get laid.
(, Mon 6 Aug 2007, 20:48, Reply)
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