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.
( , Thu 21 Apr 2005, 9:55)
... 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.
( , Thu 21 Apr 2005, 9:55)
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Oh dear
- On a trip to the south of France with college, being driven around windy cliff-top roads by a mad priest. Who didn't look where he was going. With my teacher mouthing 'HELP!' at me. Same trip, hotel alarm was triggered (which alerted the police station) by my classmate trying to light his cigar by putting some tinfoil in the microwave. 5 times.
- A rabid* cat somehow getting into our tent in the middle of the night, with my dad running about stark naked chasing it with a broom. My brother screamed so loud that the Germans on the other side of the camp could hear him.
- Camping once again, it rained so hard that the campsite steps were washed away. Laaahvely.
- Camping in leeds whilst my parents saw Phil Collins (!)I broke my arm. Thanks. Same holiday, lost my brother down a ditch.
Happy Days.
*may or may not be true...
( , Fri 22 Apr 2005, 21:08, Reply)
- On a trip to the south of France with college, being driven around windy cliff-top roads by a mad priest. Who didn't look where he was going. With my teacher mouthing 'HELP!' at me. Same trip, hotel alarm was triggered (which alerted the police station) by my classmate trying to light his cigar by putting some tinfoil in the microwave. 5 times.
- A rabid* cat somehow getting into our tent in the middle of the night, with my dad running about stark naked chasing it with a broom. My brother screamed so loud that the Germans on the other side of the camp could hear him.
- Camping once again, it rained so hard that the campsite steps were washed away. Laaahvely.
- Camping in leeds whilst my parents saw Phil Collins (!)I broke my arm. Thanks. Same holiday, lost my brother down a ditch.
Happy Days.
*may or may not be true...
( , Fri 22 Apr 2005, 21:08, Reply)
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