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millwall ken
Hi all,
As the title suggests this is how I've spent the last week. We've just returned from the Pontins 'prison camp' at Camber Sands in Sussex. Now the week previous the missus had taken the kids to visit relatives up in Worcester and along to Western-Super-Mare, and they all had a good week whilst I was left grafting at work!!!
Anyway, the missus picked me up from Rye Rail station - Rye being a lovely (but quite) old English town. So we arrived at the so-called holiday resort, and from the moment that we pulled up at the checkpoint (reception), I knew that I would hate it. And the place didn't let me down!!!
It was full of **** heads and their feral brats. Now normally - and without trying to appear snobby, in order to ensure that we have a decent foreign holiday, and so that the kids can visit different countries, we tend to have one long holiday every two to three years. But as the missus is heavily pregnant at the moment, there was no way that we could go abroad this year. The plan was that we wouldn't have a holiday until the London Olympics next year anyway...
However, the missus had a pregnant brain moment, and decided that she would book a 'cheap' week's holiday at Pontins. Much to my annoyance; she insisted that we all needed a short break before the new baby comes.
Anyway back to the story of the prison camp. She had booked, what was supposed to have been top notch accommodation. I've spent some of my wilder, younger, and more stupid days in better and far more cleaner police cells. We spent the first TWO bloody hours in this shoe box scrubbing it!!!
Now, the missus decided that as she wanted a break from cooking, she would book us in on a half-board basis. Oh boy, The so-called on-site 'restaurant' was no more than your average greasy spoon. We all joined the mile long que for dinner that evening, and spent thirty minutes queing up. AND then when we actually got served - there were so few seats that we couldn't even all sit together, and we had to use spoons instead of forks for God's sake!!!
So the next morning, and some how, the missus managed to get some of the £700 bloody pounds, that I had been forced to pay back from them - although this even took five days to be recredited back to my account. So at least now, as far as food was concerned, we were masters of our own destiny. And thank God that we managed to find a nicely tucked away local eaterie.
Now for the patrons of such places. Well where do I start? The place was 80% pure scum. The other 20% being made up of poor suckers like us. I came close to blows with a bunch of Northern chavs, who insisted on playing cricket and football at all hours of the day, and using our accommodation as their goal or wicket. And then some big pikey scumbag ACTUALLY took my Son's football off of him, and gave it to his own son. Now I wasn't there to witness this, as I was down the road with the missus enjoying a bit of piece and quite. But the mother in law phoned us, and told us what had happened, so that was a nice lunch ruined - and one very very angry Millwall Ken. So up I marched to his apartment (cell) and when he opened the door I dragged him out and slammed him straight into the wall. Anyway he returned the ball to me, and I honestly thought that that would be the end of it, but NO, he went and grassed me up to the Police. To which, they gave me a warning about my future conduct!!!
So by this time, the missus and I are barely on speaking terms, as I let her have it about spending MY money on this holiday. So she let me have the full water works in response. However my teenage girls loved it of course. All day swimming or arcades and junk food. But for me, the highlight of the week in hell was that I got to spend some quality time with my boy. As for me and the missus, we've just started talking to each other again!!!
As the title suggests this is how I've spent the last week. We've just returned from the Pontins 'prison camp' at Camber Sands in Sussex. Now the week previous the missus had taken the kids to visit relatives up in Worcester and along to Western-Super-Mare, and they all had a good week whilst I was left grafting at work!!!
Anyway, the missus picked me up from Rye Rail station - Rye being a lovely (but quite) old English town. So we arrived at the so-called holiday resort, and from the moment that we pulled up at the checkpoint (reception), I knew that I would hate it. And the place didn't let me down!!!
It was full of **** heads and their feral brats. Now normally - and without trying to appear snobby, in order to ensure that we have a decent foreign holiday, and so that the kids can visit different countries, we tend to have one long holiday every two to three years. But as the missus is heavily pregnant at the moment, there was no way that we could go abroad this year. The plan was that we wouldn't have a holiday until the London Olympics next year anyway...
However, the missus had a pregnant brain moment, and decided that she would book a 'cheap' week's holiday at Pontins. Much to my annoyance; she insisted that we all needed a short break before the new baby comes.
Anyway back to the story of the prison camp. She had booked, what was supposed to have been top notch accommodation. I've spent some of my wilder, younger, and more stupid days in better and far more cleaner police cells. We spent the first TWO bloody hours in this shoe box scrubbing it!!!
Now, the missus decided that as she wanted a break from cooking, she would book us in on a half-board basis. Oh boy, The so-called on-site 'restaurant' was no more than your average greasy spoon. We all joined the mile long que for dinner that evening, and spent thirty minutes queing up. AND then when we actually got served - there were so few seats that we couldn't even all sit together, and we had to use spoons instead of forks for God's sake!!!
So the next morning, and some how, the missus managed to get some of the £700 bloody pounds, that I had been forced to pay back from them - although this even took five days to be recredited back to my account. So at least now, as far as food was concerned, we were masters of our own destiny. And thank God that we managed to find a nicely tucked away local eaterie.
Now for the patrons of such places. Well where do I start? The place was 80% pure scum. The other 20% being made up of poor suckers like us. I came close to blows with a bunch of Northern chavs, who insisted on playing cricket and football at all hours of the day, and using our accommodation as their goal or wicket. And then some big pikey scumbag ACTUALLY took my Son's football off of him, and gave it to his own son. Now I wasn't there to witness this, as I was down the road with the missus enjoying a bit of piece and quite. But the mother in law phoned us, and told us what had happened, so that was a nice lunch ruined - and one very very angry Millwall Ken. So up I marched to his apartment (cell) and when he opened the door I dragged him out and slammed him straight into the wall. Anyway he returned the ball to me, and I honestly thought that that would be the end of it, but NO, he went and grassed me up to the Police. To which, they gave me a warning about my future conduct!!!
So by this time, the missus and I are barely on speaking terms, as I let her have it about spending MY money on this holiday. So she let me have the full water works in response. However my teenage girls loved it of course. All day swimming or arcades and junk food. But for me, the highlight of the week in hell was that I got to spend some quality time with my boy. As for me and the missus, we've just started talking to each other again!!!
not cheap tho in school holiday time,makes a great long weekend and cheaper..and the pradesh indian places are up with the best food ive ever had..:drool5:
