I've just come back from a week in a caravan in Skegness with my sister, her 13 year old son and my ds and I just wanted to say how awful it was! I really don't care if I come across as a snob for saying this - it's a horrible place! Full of Burberry clad teenage parents pushing a buggy with one hand and simultaneously smoking a fag and drinking from a can of Special Brew with the other, children who are so high on sugar and tartazine that they couldn't stand still if their lives depended on it, shops selling all sorts of cheap and nasty crap, most of it highly unlikely to conform to BS or fire standards, and rows and rows of arcades and bingo halls full of said Burberry clad teenage parents and all with a fuggy cloud of cigarette smoke that hits you like a wall when you walk past. We had the misfortune to stay on a caravan site in Chapel St Leonards with an attached club that you simply cannot miss when you drive through this otherwise nice village; the club has a garish luminous orange facia complete with several ?golden? palms on the front that are actually the uniform luminous orange to match the rest of the facia (so they blend in with the surroundings I guess, though where orange palm trees are native to is a mystery) and these light up at night, giving the nauseous feeling that you?ve maybe had too many house cocktails even though it?s only 5pm! Inside the club there is a main part for adults and children over 14 and a part to the side for families with children under 14. None of it is non-smoking and it?s heartbreaking to see said Burberry clad teenage parents sitting drinking a pint and simultaneously smoking with one hand and playing bingo with the other, desperately trying to quieten babies and young children (?shut the fk up or I?ll break your f*g neck Kyle? was one method of oral chastisement I heard) with a bockle of fizzy orange in their pushchair, rocking it vigorously with their feet because their hands are full with pint, fag and bingo dabber.
I hated the club but unfortunately there weren?t many other places to go, and whilst I was more than happy to have an early night in the caravan, my sister went because it was better than sitting in the caravan ? how boring. Trouble is that even though quite a few members of our family were staying on the same caravan site and in the same club, she ended up sitting mostly on her own when I?d gone after about half an hour, so consequently we didn?t go out on Tuesday, Wednesday or Thursday. On Thursday night we had a blazing row where she accused me of being a snob and looking down my nose at people, which I probably do without realising it, but I don?t care, that place is just not my idea of fun.
Don?t think I?ll be going on holiday to Skegness or with my sister again in a hurry!