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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More on the subject than the last post.......In the process of splitting up from the psycho beast from hell when the due date for our 4 day break in the Amsterdam came round.
All in all we had a very good time, lots of drugs (too many mushrooms and could only sit on the balcony drinking lager watching the junction below thinkning that an accident was goign to happen every 3 seconds) - visited the sex shops and shows and screwed each other senseless in a variety of new and frankly unnatural ways, but i digress.
The problem came when I tried to get some money out of a cashpoint, which then promptly swallowed my card and wouldn't give it back (I know I had a fair bit of my wages left!) So back to the hotel room to spark up a J crack open a beer and get on the phone to the Woolwich. Who fucked me around for approx 8 hours before transferring £500 of euros to a Western Union place ALL THE WAY ACROSS THE DAM at approx 8:30 pm. The arguements with the ex over having no cash were to be honest pretty brutal but the raw fear of having to spend 2 whole days with no cash meant that I had to scrub really hard at the cak stains in my pants.
Maybe you had to be there.
She was (and still is) a facking nightmare and I'm glad I'm away from her, even though she still owes me plenty of beer tokens from our European Adventure.
(, Tue 7 Aug 2007, 14:07, Reply)
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