Disaster in Scatby
Me and me mates decide to drive up to Scratby by the sea (I think, its all but a fuzzy memory now) many years ago, we were all about 18. Me best mate had just bought a new car that day and another mate was driving..

After about a 3 hour drive from London, we`re just about to turn right into the "holiday park" when some big red LandRover decides to overtake. I`m sitting in the backseat leaning my head against the window when it ploughs straight into us, writing off the brand new car and nearly killing me.

The Police arrive, but it turns out the farmer in the LandRover (which didn`t suffer a scratch I might add) was best friends with the policeman. So it ended up being our fault.

So we spend the next couple of days trying to console my mate in one of the most depressing/boring/crap holiday camps in the UK. (Think empty Phoenix nights style nightclub that closes at 10 and plays the same Now Thats What I Call Music record constantly)

Later on during the week one of our friends had a huge argument with his girlfriend, punched a glass door in anger and had to be rushed to hospital to get his hand stitched back on.

`Twas a good laugh though.. holidays with your best friends always are, no matter what happens!

(Oh yes, a couple of days after getting back to London I offer to pick up my mate`s stereo + v. expensive speakers from his wrecked car. I leave the speakers on the backseat of my car (a Mini metro, in Highgate) overnight only to find some cxnt had smashed the window and stolen them.. They obviously didn`t notice the BMWs and Mercedes either side of my shitemobile. Luckily I`d taken the stereo indoors.. my mate never did believe me though :-(

Paul.. get in touch if you`re reading this!
( a username Tue 30 Mar 1971 til, Wed 27 Apr 2005, 7:41, Reply)