WELCOME TO HELL SPAWN

great yarmouth

Image the skank-e-ist place known to man , where English beach CARAVAN holidays are frequent, and there are millions of ridiculous shops that sell cheap cr*p that only bewilded people, shocked by the awfulness of it all buy

This is great yarmouth - HELL SPAWN

And to this place we must journey each weekend (and Monday for Ali) S**T
How we have survived is a mystery but we were once NORMAL PEOPLE
Only slightly scared by being subjected to cleaning hairy waste from showers in broads cruise boats.
NB:And the owners are complete pricks and payed us £7.50 an hour for playing hide the toothbrush. (That is not a sexual game!.!)

(NEVER GO ON ONE OF THESE WE HAVE SEEN THE STATE OF THEM AFTER A WEEK OF PEOPLE STAYING THERE
AND THEIR UNCONTROLABLE URGE TO LEAVE BODILY HAIR EVERYWEAR.)

RANCID

Back to HS

Firstly the road is treacherous - many do not survive (really) There road is lined with ramps that would force you into the devil swan infested moats that surround it. You must also overcome the excellent skills of Norfolk people ESP tractor drivers and OLD PEOPLE -(and Bex that crazy freak who was in front of us that time ) ((and followed us home until u lost him in your little white jag))
To drive to HS makes you crazy, and drivers suffer uncontrollable urges to stop and aimlessly indicate.
To arrive is a godsend (ESP IN BEX's fast moving, plaster encased jam jar)

But the ordeal is not over yet

ITS ONLY JUST BEGuN at least we have korn in the car!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1 (Ali has to retire from typing as the memories are scaring me)

The ominous sign of the big red and ########## #### ###### ## you have now reached ##### ##### ### ## M#######!!!!!

Fear is not an option so is not wearing your uniform if failure occurs, death by savage beatings (in the stockroom) will occur.

The rest of what is, is a blank to us, other than the stench.(Ohh my God) Until 5 mins until departure and Ali attempts the daring feat of 'rescuing Bex from almost certain 'life time serving on the till'' only to fail have the scream

'You WILL NEVER LEAVE YOUR TILL UNTILL I SAY SO'

but due to sceaming minds and a knack of scaring the living hell out of the solitary man standing at your till will a trolley load of XXXX large PANTS, we normally escape with our lives, but not our sanity.