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Today, I am mostly bitching about caravans. It seems like every braindead moron south of Watford who owns one of these abominations was on the M3 southbound this morning. What I want to ask is why, why, WHY????? Every last one is packed to the gunwales with the same stuff - namely kids, duvets, cuddly toys and enough packets of Pringles to feed an African country. What is it all about?? Some people have a life to lead without these arseholes clogging up the entire transport network so they can have "a few days away". Where is the problem in driving in a normal car and staying in a hotel for God's sake? If you can't afford to stay in a hotel then don't go on holiday, it's simple! Going off on a tangent but on a similar theme, don't be feeding me that shite that "with my 11 kids I can't afford to go on holiday" - 1) if you can't afford a holiday, don't go, and 2) did someone really force you at gunpoint to have your 11 kids?? No, they didn't so don't be moaning about it - if you can't afford to keep them don't bloody have them in the first place!!!!!!
And another thing - they're all packed with kids, erm, hello, shouldn't the little darlings be in school today??
As all these morons who own caravans live in such a chocolate box, jolly Enid Blyton world where they can hold up the rest of the world for as long as they like as they're in no rush, here's a suggestion. Since you lead such a jolly, fluffy Enid Blyton existence (no doubt comeplete with lashings of ginger beer) why don't you park up in your back garden and pretend that you live in the Magic Faraway Tree? That way you can open the door each morning to another world, a wonderful world full of treats - and save the rest of us from getting stuck behind you on the motorway.
I hope it bloody rains all weekend so these bastids are stuck in their cramped, soulless plastic boxes; miserable all weekend as they have nowt to do but play Scrabble :rant:
And another thing - they're all packed with kids, erm, hello, shouldn't the little darlings be in school today??
As all these morons who own caravans live in such a chocolate box, jolly Enid Blyton world where they can hold up the rest of the world for as long as they like as they're in no rush, here's a suggestion. Since you lead such a jolly, fluffy Enid Blyton existence (no doubt comeplete with lashings of ginger beer) why don't you park up in your back garden and pretend that you live in the Magic Faraway Tree? That way you can open the door each morning to another world, a wonderful world full of treats - and save the rest of us from getting stuck behind you on the motorway.
I hope it bloody rains all weekend so these bastids are stuck in their cramped, soulless plastic boxes; miserable all weekend as they have nowt to do but play Scrabble :rant: