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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The Curse of BlackpoolBlackpool, 1976 (I think). Taken there by my mum and grandparents. Weather was awful - gales and lashing rain all week. I'm sure the place was cursed...
The front window at Woolworths got blown out and nearly killed us all. Got dragged up Blackpool Tower and had an attack of the willies (a 5 year old scared of heights and they take him up the tower? Right...) and then the terror of terrors: Bruce Forsyth's singing blaring out from the BBC exhibition on the promenade.
Getting the s**t scared out of me by a Dalek in the exhibition shortly after was nothing in comparison. Even now hearing Bruce Forsyth's voice nearly 30 years later makes me pale and shiver. Davros is nothing after Bruce...
(, Sat 23 Apr 2005, 18:07, Reply)
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