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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Oh oh, one more...Not really a holiday, but a day trip back in 1991.
Being on a council estate with nothing more to look at than burned-out cars and garages, the local youth club decided to take 50 of us kids to Frontier Land in Morecambe - now, we had a great time, terrorising the provinicials with our thieving scallywag routines and generally causing havoc wherever we could.
Then, I decided to go off on my own and explore a bit. I remember now why they tell kids 'don't go off on your own'.
Basically, whilst I was off exploring, I'd forgotten the time and where the meeting point was, and the doddering old fool who ran the youth club had miscounted the group, piled them on the coach and buggered off back to Sheffield. It was only after my brother, bless him, had realised that no, I wasn't at the other end of the coach, called out to the group leader 'where's our kid?' that the coach did a rapid turn back up the road.
My uncle, who helped out, found me in the entrance to Frontier Land, crying my eyes out and pondering a life on the streets of Morecambe.
No apologies for length or girth...
(, Sat 23 Apr 2005, 11:44, Reply)
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