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Come Inside... => Saloon Bar => Topic started by: Roy Cropper on August 25, 2010, 11:27:15 AM
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Another shite summer almost at an end . Since crap summers seem to be the norm now (was always sunny during the summer holidays when I was a kid) ::) ::) aint it time the kids holidays were cut short by a couple of weeks and added on somewhere else during the year ?
50 mm of rain forecast here for to day ..... again Banghead Still if we get flooded out who cares cosPakistan will bail ::) us out . Wont they ? Or some other rich muslim country ? .......No thought not noooo: Bastards !!
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To be serious I would favour a four term school year rather than the present 3 terms. This would shorten the loooooooong summer holdiay, give more frequent holidays and get rid once and for all of the excessive charges of going on holiday during the so called "Peak Season" of July and August. Of course the something and nothing half terms would be cut and included into the extra holiday created. As added benefits, particularly to those of us who live in holiday destinations, income would be more evenly spread throughout the year, traffic flow would be more equally spread over the months and such a move would end the arguments about taking the kids out of school during term time as it is the only time some parents can get holidays from work. Not that this latter really applies to me since both boys are home educated.
There is a fair chance the weather might be better during some of the holiday periods too.
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Although August has turned into a damp squib June and July were beauties round these parts. In fact it's only in the last couple of weeks that the grass in the park has returned to a lush green from scorched brown. School hols, well yes, that does make sense.
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When considering going on holiday it's funny but the UK just doesn't come into my thoughts...and yes I do know there are some lovely parts and would consider these as weekend treats but for 2 weeks - not a chance noooo:
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Too true ~ the weather's not reliable enough.
When the sprogs were ankle biters we'd spend holidays in the UK but once they were a few years old and we were sure they'd behave on planes we've always gone abroad. They're on their third passports already!
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When I was a kid my Dad could only get the last week in August and the first week in September for his holidays each year...
My memories of childhood holidays was sitting in a caravan, rain beating down on the roof and playing Ludo/Monopoly, etc. lol:
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When I was a kid my Dad could only get the last week in August and the first week in September for his holidays each year...
My memories of childhood holidays was sitting in a caravan, rain beating down on the roof and playing Ludo/Monopoly, etc. lol:
Spooky! eeek: I've just this minute sent an email to a friend describing childhood holidays in August, in a caravan ... dress code was wellington boots, swimming trunks and a golf umbrella! lol:
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When I was a kid my Dad could only get the last week in August and the first week in September for his holidays each year...
My memories of childhood holidays was sitting in a caravan, rain beating down on the roof and playing Ludo/Monopoly, etc. lol:
Spooky! eeek: I've just this minute sent an email to a friend describing childhood holidays in August, in a caravan ... dress code was wellington boots, swimming trunks and a golf umbrella! lol:
lol: lol: lol:
I also remember collecting the water in a big, plastic holder thing... and coin-in-the-meter shower blocks....
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I remember flying kites at Winchelsea. Well being dragged along by one anyway.
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When I was a kid my Dad could only get the last week in August and the first week in September for his holidays each year...
My memories of childhood holidays was sitting in a caravan, rain beating down on the roof and playing Ludo/Monopoly, etc. lol:
Spooky! eeek: I've just this minute sent an email to a friend describing childhood holidays in August, in a caravan ... dress code was wellington boots, swimming trunks and a golf umbrella! lol:
lol: lol: lol:
I also remember collecting the water in a big, plastic holder thing... and coin-in-the-meter shower blocks....
Coin-in-the-meter shower blocks eeek:
Bloody luxury! My Dad fixed a sprinkler rose to a hose and hoisted it on't van roof ;D
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When I was a kid my Dad could only get the last week in August and the first week in September for his holidays each year...
My memories of childhood holidays was sitting in a caravan, rain beating down on the roof and playing Ludo/Monopoly, etc. lol:
Spooky! eeek: I've just this minute sent an email to a friend describing childhood holidays in August, in a caravan ... dress code was wellington boots, swimming trunks and a golf umbrella! lol:
lol: lol: lol:
I also remember collecting the water in a big, plastic holder thing... and coin-in-the-meter shower blocks....
Coin-in-the-meter shower blocks eeek:
Bloody luxury! My Dad fixed a sprinkler rose to a hose and hoisted it on't van roof ;D
We were given a 1 inch cube of carbolic soap and told to wash in t'puddle once rain 'ad stopped. There were 17 of us young 'uns round that theer puddle and when littlest had finished wi' soap me mother would use it to do week's washing for pit owner's family.
And if you told today's young 'uns they'd not believe a word on it. noooo:
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Aye, too true. In fact I didn't believe a word of it lol:
Fortunately me Dad then made a fookin' fortune and we all went on continental holidays in 5***** hotels happy001 happy001
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By 'eck ~ That tacks me back ...me Dad used to say a prayer to Cecil Moores every Saturday neet ...... not that we ever won owt but Dad were certain that one day Horace Batchelor would get it reet.
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Ahhh, Keynsham. That's K, E, Y, N, S, H, A, M, Keynsham, Bristol. cloud9:
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and
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Ug6jE_X0sA
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Unfortunately my old mum never did make a mint, though she did the pools religiously. I never had a continental holiday 'til I'd been earning for a long while. cry:
Horace Batchelor ~ that name doesn't 'alf take me back.
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I can't believe I remembered those words... oh dear cry:
Oh, and by the way, me Dad didn't win a fortune. 'Twas a lie. We just switched to towing the 'van abroad for the sunshine, like.
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Joking apart I can only remember 2 holidays with my parents. Once we stayed for a week in a caravan in Pagham (Sussex) and once for a week on a houseboat on the IoW (Wooton Creek). I have recently checked my memory with my brother and he confirms they were the only times we ever went away from home ~ every other year we were sent to stay with rellies for a couple of weeks in the summer (always my mother's half sister or mum's brother and his wife).
I didn't get to go abroad until the RAF sent me and then some bugger was shooting at me. evil:
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We didn't do holidays either really. Once went to St David's for a week in a caravan 1972ish. Camping holiday somewhere in the UK wet, cold and muddy and an adder shedding it's skin under my camp bed is about all I remember so guess about 1964.
My sister and I were dispatched Bridport to an aunt for two weeks one summer, she had children the same sort of age as us but we had never met them it was weird but fun by the end. Other summers our mother would take us for a week to her mothers on the South coast. She lived in a tiny cottage and I can remember the smell of it as I type. Sand in warm sandwich spread sandwiches for lunch on the beach. sick2:
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Anyone remember jars of Russian salad? It sounded so exotic but, sick2:
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Anyone remember jars of Russian salad? It sounded so exotic but, sick2:
Oh my god yes !
We used to go and stay with my Mum's family in Middlesbro till I were 12, then we started to go camping abroad. After the first nights disaster putting the tent up, Dad decided it would be better to stay in roadside B & B's until we got to the campsite proper ( & again on the way back).
I remember one year on the way home from Italy, we stopped for the night just over the French border; it wasn't till we were nearly at Calais that my Dad realised he'd left his attache case with all the passports & ferry tickets in the B&B bedroom, so we had to drive all the way back again to get them. Such fond memories.
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We spent most years in fecking caravans in NOrth Wales noooo: Gas mantles!
We went to Ireland in '66 for a change and walked into an IRA bombing campaign (50 th anniversary of summat, so it was a commemorative bombing campaign, like) I brought some rubble back as a souvenir.
Went on hols by myself to France in '71. Ended up in hospital with malnutrition. (tried to cycle 40 miles a day living only on spaghetti and peaches)
Ooh, forgot. Parents came into some money in '67 and we went to Italy. I got stung by a jellyfish and spent 2 days in horsepickle!
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We spent most years in fecking caravans in NOrth Wales noooo: Gas mantles!
We went to Ireland in '66 for a change and walked into an IRA bombing campaign (50 th anniversary of summat, so it was a commemorative bombing campaign, like) I brought some rubble back as a souvenir.
Went on hols by myself to France in '71. Ended up in hospital with malnutrition. (tried to cycle 40 miles a day living only on spaghetti and peaches)
Ooh, forgot. Parents came into some money in '67 and we went to Italy. I got stung by a jellyfish and spent 2 days in horsepickle!
Why oh why did your parents not call you Jonah?
You have devoted a lifetime to surviving chaos noooo:
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But I am still here angel1
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Where? ;)
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Where? ;)
Shrugs:
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House 2, and preparing to ignore the wretched Bank Holiday evil:
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Holidays as a kid were spent at Butlitz. Such wonderful places like Minehead (I actually liked it there), Pwhelli, Filey, Bognor Regis, Skegness, Ayr, Clacton. My memories are of it raining a lot sad32: which meant a lot of time spent with dad in the snooker hall, being on 1st or 2nd sitting and waiting outside the dining hall for meals cry: and saving the bread rolls to feed the ducks afterwards. Oh, and the plague of ladybirds one summer (1976?), the sea wall and promenade at Minehead was a moving sea of red. Looking back it wasn't much, but I remember we enjoyed every moment
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I recall one summer in Tenby (I must have been about 7 or 8). Walking back alone from the bogs to the caravan I was stopped by two plod who asked my name. WHen I told them they said:
"OK, you aren't the little boy we are looking for."
I heard
"OK, you are the little boy we are looking for." scared2: scared2: scared2:
I fled and spent the rest of the week in hiding!
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lol: lol: lol:
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I reminded my sister of this incident. SHe replied:
"You always were a bit mental, weren't you?"
evil:
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Bless her ~ we'll take her word for it like.
How are the sisters by the way?
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Big Sis is athome in King's WOrthy. Little Sis remains in hospital on oxygen. SHe had moved house about three weeks ago. House had been empty and damp fora while. Illness is related to "spores" it seems!
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Glad to hear that one sister is back home, and hopefully the other is on the mend Nick
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Nasty things spores ......mould, damp, mushooms and all that.
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Relatives either being French or Welsh I have been holidaying since I was a few months old. No wonder I am no good at staying put. We would cross the channel usually 3 times a year and the rest of the holidays (and many weekends) would be spent camping around England and Wales. I had a very very lucky childhood. Jom, we spent the summer of 1975 in Royan, West Coast of France, plagued by yellow ladybirds and I remember we had to go into the sea to get away from them. We had a sun umbrella which was alive with them. Yuk!
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I am going to Zummerset tomorrow to visit me mum. On the train like. I have just checked out all the possible travel delays and disruptions scared2:
I am also coming back on Monday . I forgot it was Notting Hill carnival and the Reading Festival. The train goes through both areas.
I may be some time noooo: noooo: noooo: