I’m thinking about taking a holiday
But
I don’t know where to go
What
if I end up in Capable
I
find that that’s often where I go
I’m thinking about taking a holiday
But
I don’t know where to go
What
if I end up in Capable
I
find that that’s often where I go
I went on holiday to somewhere unpronounceable
Who have a novel approach to automation
You are not permitted to own a motor car
Unless it is Pink, making them a Pink Car-nation
I’m thinking about taking a holiday
But
I don’t know where to go
I
would like to go to Conclusions
But
you have to jump there, so
As
I can’t do much physical activity
I
would have to reluctantly say no
I’m thinking about taking a holiday
But
I don’t know where to go
I
will probably be in Doubt
It’s
not for frequent flyers though
Its
destination I’m unsure of
In
fact I’m not sure I want to go
I went on holiday to somewhere unpronounceable
Who have a novel approach to automation
You are not permitted to own a motor car
Unless it is Red, making them a Red Car-nation
I’m thinking about taking a holiday
But
I don’t know where to go
However,
I may end up in Sane
How
I get there, I don’t know
As
they don't have an airport
You
can be driven there though
I like to take driving holidays abroad
Last
year it was Belgium and the lowlands
But
the year I went down to Berlin
Wasn’t
anywhere as good as Holland
The
problem with driving German cars
Is
they keep trying to head for Poland
At dusk we walk slowly by the shoreline
The
waves lapping at the sand break gently
While
children play among the craggy rock pools
Or
happily skimming stones on the sea
Dogs
chase balls as we stand to consider,
The
tide is it in, or out, no matter
The
setting sun lights up the western sky
Illuminating
stray clouds with gold strands
Then
surrounding them with bright bursting rays
This
sunburst silhouettes the beachcombers
Then
blinds us all as it hits the wet sand
As
quickly as it burst on us it was gone
Until
we are blinded by the next one
The summer of eighty-eight
What
a holiday it was
Me,
tottering Bob and Metaxa Mary
On
the Greek island of Andros
In
the chain of islands
Known
as the Cyclades
We
would sit on the beach
Or
some beach front café
Like
the medusa or the koala
Watching
the semi naked femmes
And
not just that but fit too
Apart
from Mary
She
was more interested in the Geraniums
Which
grew seven feet high
We
enjoyed the Greek cuisine
Such
as it was
Stuffed
vine leaves, Calamari
And
Mousakka mainly
Not
forgetting
Greek
salad and Feta cheese
Washed
down with cheap booze
And
plenty of it
Everything
was cheap on the island
Not
just cheap fags and booze
An
old man called Stavros
His
skin the color of leather
Hand
made me a pair of sandals
For
under five pounds
Our
favorite haunt was the medusa
Owned
and run by Pandelis
And
his accommodating daughter Cath
Although
we had a brandy or two
At
the Paradise bar most nights
Just
as a night cap
But
it wasn’t the location, Or cheap booze
The
herb fragranced breeze
Warm
sunshine, Semi naked women
Or
accommodating waitresses
That
made it a great holiday
It
was the people
The
warm friendly locals
Fellow
Brits on tour
And
of course, Bob and Mary
What
a holiday it was
Why do 18-30 girls have more fun?
While
they’re on the coast of the sun
They
don’t do things by the letter
Because
they don't know any better
Why do they call it
The
tourist season
If
shooting at them
Is
not allowed then
I stayed on my uncle’s farm for a fortnight’s holiday
And
it was so wild and windy on one particular day
One
chicken laid the same egg four times that day
We went to the lakes
For
a week’s holiday
It
only rained twice
While
we were away
Once
for six days
And
once for a day
I checked into a modest hotel for the night
It
wasn’t very grand, but the price was right
In
itself it was a pleasant enough little room
The
only drawback being a shared bathroom
I
walked half-naked into the shared facility
To
find standing there a very attractive filly
I
said this bath is mine without any preamble
She
claimed it as hers in a rant and ramble
I
corrected her and reiterated “this is my bath”
Her
response to this was a hysterical laugh
As
we continued arguing over its ownership
The
bath filled and the lady started to strip
I
followed suit until we stood naked together
And
then we stood there admiring each other
“You
have a figure that would raise the dead”
“And
you have a very nice physique” she said
After
a brief time, I thought I’d try my luck
“You
really are very lovely do you fuck”?
She
smiled and said yes and gave a little laugh
“Wow
that’s great now fuck off this is my bath”
It was the summer of seventy-one, or was it seventy-two? “Chirpy, chirpy, cheap, cheap,” was top of the pops at the time; no matter it was one or the other.
Which
ever it was it was when the 6th Stevenage Scout Troup set off in a
beat up white Ford Transit heading for the wilds of Essex.
We
where camping for two weeks in a farmer’s field on Northey island in the Blackwater
estuary close to the town of Maldon.
It
was a time when life still held infinite possibilities for our motley crew, Del,
the Lawther brothers, Big Pete, Tiny Tears and a host of others whose names
have been lost in the mists of my mind.
We
were a mixed bunch, and we did all the normal scouty type stuff you know
digging latrines and that kind of thing.
We
had to make our own rudimentary cooker and each patrol took turns to be on
kitchen duty, which included cooking and scrubbing the burnt black saucepans.
One
bright spark in our patrol had the idea that if you mixed washing up liquid and
washing powder into a paste and spread liberally onto the base of the saucepans
it made then easier to clean afterwards. What a load of old tosh what it
actually did was make the job twice as difficult as you had to chisel off the
burnt remains of the washing paste as well as the normal blackness.
We
went off to Southend-on-Sea one day all of us pilling into the back of the
transit and sitting on wooden benches like the forms you get in school gyms.
Not a seatbelt in sight and not even the benches were secured. No one with half
a brain would dream of doing that today but at the time it seemed quite natural,
and we didn’t think twice about it.
We were a very unsophisticated bunch of lads, so we had a great time “kiss me quick” hats, amusement arcades and of course the Kursaal with the Rotor and the Crazy Mouse, very tame compared to today but we loved it.
In exchange for the farmer allowing us to camp in his field, which as I said was on an island, required us to plant rice grass in the mud banks around the island.
The Blackwater estuary was tidal water and when the tide was out there was just a great expanse of mud between the island and the mainland save for a narrow channel.
Unfortunately
for the farmer every time the tide went out it was taking some of his island
with it, hence the rice grass.
The
idea being that the grass would bind the mud together and therefore prevent the
island being slowly taken out to sea.
For
our part we had to wade out into the mud at low tide up to our knees and plant
the afore mentioned grass.
Of
course, the only problem with this plan was that when you put a group of under
sixteen’s up to their knees in mud the inevitable outcome is a mud fight.
At
the end of the fight, we were, without exception, all covered from head to toe
in thick black slimy mud, it was fantastic.
Then
we finished the task of planting the grass and waded back to shore looking like
a group of extras from “swamp thing”.
We
then had the problem of getting clean now we only had two options the first one
being to wait for the tide to come back in by which time the mud would have
set.
The
second option was to use water from the standpipe in the corner of the field by
the gate, which was used to water the animals.
This
we did to great effect taking it in turns to use a bucket filled from the tap
and dousing our selves down.
I
was the last one to go and after I had removed my trunks, I stood tipping
buckets of water over my head.
Then
as I was emptying the final bucket over me and with my hands still above my head,
I heard the sound of a vehicle and as I turned around to investigate, I saw a
minibus full of girl guides drive slowly past the gate.
I had no time to cover my embarrassment or anything else for that matter so I did the only thing a boy scout could do under the circumstances, which was to drop the bucket and give the scout salute.
Incidentally, I was not responsible for melting “Tiny Tears” plimsolls on the stovetop. I know I laughed at the time and it was very funny to see the two red rubber footprints on the hot plate, but it was not me.
It was not long after it opened, 1998 if memory serves, that we visited Legoland in Windsor on a very hot day in August.
When
I say we I am of course referring to myself, my wife Tina and our three sons,
Ben 5, Josh 3 and Sam aged 2.
As
a family trip to any theme park is an expensive one, we had exchanged some of
our Sainsbury reward vouchers for Air miles vouchers we could be used to visit
Legoland.
When
we arrived, we mistakenly went to the advanced ticket sales window believing
that having converted our vouchers we had come to the correct place, this was
indeed a mistake and we received a very surly response to our enquiry from the
first member of staff we had met.
I
am a firm believer that you never get a second chance to make a first
impression and so that first meeting may have coloured our experience had it
not been for the fact that she was one of the more accommodating examples.
After our exchange with miss surly we joined one of the many 50 metre long queue’s and remained there for half an hour shuffling slowly forward and eventually purchased our tickets from, as things turned out from the only pleasant member of staff we met all day.
Having
converted out vouchers into tickets we then approached the next obstacle, the
turnstiles, my wife, with Sam in his buggy approached the gate marked
pushchairs and I followed tickets in hand with Ben and Josh.
I
was then stopped by another fine example of inadequate training and told that
myself and two of my sons could not follow my wife through the pushchair gate
because none of us were in a pushchair and must go through the turnstiles I
asked the officious employee if he thought it was necessary and he told me he
wasn’t his job to think.
We
should have turned around then I should have read the signs.
The park was very busy once we had got in and we decided we would wait until after lunch before we tried to get the children on any rides, so we decided to view Mini World or Miniland I can’t remember which now and we slowly ambled, It was to busy even then to do anything but, towards the picnic area and we just about managed to find a seat for us all.
After
lunch we left the picnic area and we could not believe where all the people had
come from, My Town was absolutely heaving with people.
We had met the Sort of concentration of people you would normally associate with a premier league Football match, or Wembley turning out and with three young children this made our progress very stressful indeed as we obviously were concerned for the safety of our children.
We
then decided, as much to get out of the throng as anything, to take the
children on the Carousel.
After
queuing for more than 30 minutes we were near the front of the queue, when on
the last ride before our turn someone was sick, an adult, in one of the cars.
The
operator then used the phone to call for some assistance and for someone to
come and clear up the mess.
He
went on to explain that the ride was closed until the mess had been dealt with,
after 5 minutes someone arrived with a mop and bucket but instead of dealing
with the problem she addressed the queue to say that the ride was closed until
someone came to clear the mess, she was obviously only trained to carry the mop
and bucket, not actually to use it, and we could wait until the ride reopened
or go and queue for another attraction.
A
lady in front of us asked if we could be issued with a ticket or a stamp to say
we had already queued for over half an hour so if we did leave the queue we
would not have to join the rear of the queue.
The employee looked puzzled for a moment and then just repeated her previous statement.
We left the queue.
After
this we decided we would not waste any more time queuing for rides we may not
get on, instead we took the children to things like the Wild Woods which did
not include ridiculous queuing.
We did however have to queue for 20 minutes to get ice creams at one of the very few vendors.
When we decided we had finally had enough we joined the queue for the Funicular Railway which was fairly painless by Legoland standards and as it was the only ride, we actually got on it was the high point of the day for my eldest son Ben.
As
we made our way to the exit, we decided to buy the boys a present each from the
shop, the shop was very busy as you would expect but we found what we wanted
relatively quickly and went to pay.
And
guess what another queue, there were only two people serving a Jekyll and Hyde
combination one pleasant and well-mannered the other an ignorant moron.
As we only had to queue for 15 minutes this was a remarkable improvement and as we thought this was our last queue of the day, we were relatively content, but before the journey home we had to visit the toilets and to our complete disbelief another queue, but I have to say in all fairness that this was the only occasion during the day we did have to queue for the toilets.
When
we were in the park my wife Tina and I frequently commented that their were too
many people in the park and when we reached the car park we could see why, not
only was the car park full but cars were park end to end around the perimeter
and a good distance along the access road.
This said to me that the primary concern of the park operators was to get as many people through the turnstiles as possible without any care or consideration for the paying guests actually getting any semblance of value for the money they have parted with.
When
we were sat in the car, queuing to get out the car park, I asked the children
if they had enjoyed themselves, they said yes, they had but then as this was their
first experience of theme parks they had no frame of reference to compare it
to.
So, I asked them what they had enjoyed the most and Ben said the train, only I suspect because it was the only ride he had, Josh, my middle son said his favourite part was “Lunch”, which was the picnic we had brought with us.
We were asked by friends who knew we were going to Legoland if we had enjoyed “The Legoland Experience” the reply was a resounding no we did not.
One
of the most frustrating parts of the day was the lack of sign boards indicating
how long from that point you would expect to wait on all the rides we
considered going on, other parks did it, why couldn’t they.?
Another was the “I don’t like my job and I'm going to let everyone know it” attitude of the park staff, not all of them I would have to say but the good ones were few and far between.
I
wrote a letter of complaint and although the respondent refused to accept any
of my criticism’s we were issued complimentary tickets which we used on a damp
and overcast day in October, and we had a fantastic time.
The
park was virtually empty the staff outnumbered the guests, and we didn’t meet a
surly member of staff all day.
Obviously,
the staff didn’t enjoy the august heat and the attending crowds any more than
we did.
It was a warm summer’s night in the 1974 and we were alone in a tent together when all at once the flaps flew open.
The tent
flaps that is and not hers.
“What’s
going on in here?” the voice said through the opening
I was lying
under my sleeping bag and Marilyn was kneeling fully clothed, well almost, on
an adjacent one.
The voice
belonged to her father Ronald
“I might
have known Cooper would be in his pit” he continued pompously
Her father
Ronald was an Assistant Commissioner and we didn’t get on even before I started
feeling up his daughter.
We were
staying at the Lochearnhead Scout Station in Perth and Kinross.
It was once
a working station before it fell foul of Dr Beeching and his cuts.
It was
bought from British Railways soon after it closed, by the Hertfordshire
Scouting association and was used as an activity centre for all levels of
scouting in the county.
Which
explains why I as a Venture Scout and Marilyn as a Cub Instructor were there.
At least it
explains why we were in Lochearnhead, though not why we were alone together in
a tent on a warm summer evening.
We had been
seeing each other for about 3 months and we had reached the point where a kiss
and a grope in the woods and a bit of fingering in the unisex toilets wasn’t
enough for her and she wanted to go to the next level.
The reason
we found ourselves in my tent was that Janice, the girl Marilyn shared with was
entertaining a waiter from the local hotel in hers.
We had been
planning the deed for about 3 days prior to that night as it was to be the
first time for both of us.
But in the
end as first times go it was pretty rubbish, in fact I’m not even sure it
qualified as a first time.
As I managed
to get myself into a condom but I wasn’t convinced I got into her before the
incident came to a premature end.
Which is why
she was almost fully dressed by the time Ronald arrived.
“Get back to
your own tent young lady” he said
“You’re so
embarrassing dad, Nothing happened” she responded
“I’ll deal
with you later” Ronald said
“For God’s
sake Dad, We didn’t do anything” Marilyn said
Which was
true enough though it wasn’t for the want of trying
As they both
walked off into the distance still arguing I thought she looked really horny in
her uniform especially as she had her “Love is…” knickers stuffed in her
uniform pocket.
Fortunately
as we were both virgins and unlike the young of today we were incredibly naĂŻve
about sex, we were so much less aware back then.
Luckily
Marilyn had no high expectations for the night, having no yardstick to measure
it by.
So I got a
second bite of the cherry so to speak which I took a couple of days later in
the heathered hills of Glen Ogle and afterwards were left in no doubt whatsoever
that we had had our first time.
The only
downside was I got a tick bite on my arse for my trouble and guess who the duty
first aider was.