It was a great holiday, but...... the night a racoon broke into our tent and attacked us will live on in my memories.
... coming down a dirttrack mountain road with no fences with the back end of the car fishtailing about left me needing new underwear.
I'm off on holiday next week somewhere nice and safe. Tell us your holiday stories.
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rob, Thu 21 Apr 2005, 9:55)
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Bognor Regis holiday campWent there as a 9 year old and fell blissfully in love with an 8 year old from Luton - daughter of an ex-workmate of my dad.
Held hands and...well, held hands again.
Was bleedin' heartbroken when I saw her kissing a bigger kid on the cheek. I must have cried for about 20 minutes.
Then I had a ride on donkey wearing a straw hat and felt much better.
Got chatting to a honey of a girl about 12 years later at a niteclub in Dunstable (Didoz) and turns out to be same girl.
Thinking I could finish what as a 9 year old I had never really started, until she says "You were a right sad little bastard the way you kept following me around."
She then got off with some bigger kid again.
Fucksocks.
(, Thu 21 Apr 2005, 16:27, Reply)
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