Disaster holidays

Upon my recent return from my French trip I phoned down to London to see how my ageing mother was getting on. The phone was answered by my youngest nephew who was at my mother’s house, having brought in some shopping for her.

After confirming all was well he asked me how the holiday went and then went on to regale me with the tale of his recent holiday disaster.

Having had a holiday to remember last year in Corfu with his girlfriend, they decided to go again this year, the difference being his best friend thought it would be a good idea if they made a foursome of it with his new girlfriend they agreed and off they went.

It transpired the new girlfriend of his best friend was of the never wanting to do what everyone else wanted to variety and the whole two weeks turned out to be a disaster with the best friend doing his best to placate the girlfriend and in the process, ruining everyone else’s holiday.

After return from this nightmare about three weeks on, his best friend phoned on behalf of his girlfriend saying how she realised she had been selfish and wished to make amends by inviting them all down to her place in Somerset.

Whilst not wanting to go, he found an offer of amends difficult to say no to and agreed. So the same four set forth in my nephew’s car for Somerset.

As they arrived, he realised with horror that “her place in Somerset” was in fact a chalet she had booked at Pontins. The following tales of red neck inhabitants, terrible food, entertainment that consisted of karaoke till gone one every night and a water park that, to say least, had seen better days, was the stuff of light comedy.

Except my nephew wasn’t laughing , although I’m sure in future this is one of those stories that will repeated. Needless to say, he and his ‘best friend’ are not currently in conversation and the fate of the girlfriend is unknown.

I found this site whilst looking for a header and I’m sure the great images on here will bring back a lot of memories for those of us of a certain age.

3 Responses to “Disaster holidays”

  1. dearieme October 7, 2012 at 14:20 Permalink

    My parents discovered that if they took us to the Butlin’s in N Wales we could play all day while they breezed off to play golf. Everybody was happy.

  2. Jim October 7, 2012 at 17:29 Permalink

    I stayed at Breen Sands Pontins once. One of those music themed weekends. It was like staying at Stalag Luft IX. I have never been so cold in bed, while ostensibly sleeping ‘indoors’. Never, ever, again.

  3. Amfortas October 8, 2012 at 02:08 Permalink

    When I wuz a lad I was told that if I joined up I would go on long holidays in warm exotic places, see unusual and fascinating sights and meet interesting people. There would be water-ski-ing. I was sent to Borneo where it was very hot, almost always raining, and people shot at me from behind dense foliage. The swamps weren’t suitable for my water-skis.

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