I need to write a script

I need to learn on how to write a script. The things that go on on the camp site where our park home is is unbelievable, it would write itself, I wouldn't even have to change so much, I've always said you could write a book on it, which is something else I may try and do instead, I know my English is crap, but that what editors are for aren't they?

I think it would be a cross between Gavin & Stacey and Benidorm with a bit of Elderado tossed in. Does anyone remember Elderado? I loved it. The thing is, you have people living there, people working there, holiday makers, people not talking to certain people, gossip, seriously the thing would write itself.

It's all kicking off this morning on Facebook on the camp site page. And we are not even there at the moment!

I better get started then.

Home from Home

So it’s been about 18 months now since we bought our little van, it’s not really a holiday anymore, it’s like another life in a different country, the first year we had the place we didn’t really go anywhere, just the local town for shopping but mainly staying on site. 

Due to the face that the bar was on site too, it was easy to get into a rut and just go there for the evenings, the bar did food, I would say snack stuff, or stuff that your mum made, if your mum was a very good cook and shopped in icelands. Everything was deep fried from frozen. Sometimes it was ok, other times not, and if you had a burger the rolls were sometimes quite hard due to not either being defrosted properly or just very crap rolls. The new managers are from Cornwall, so they started importing Cornish pastys. Frozen. And doing Cornish beer and cider. The drinking laws are funny in France, so the bar could only sell beer, cider and wine, you could have a spirit but only if you had it with your meal, this got boring for me, as sometimes the end of the night you fancy a spirit. I don’t drink beer or cider, the rose wine gave me ingestion and the red wine was down through a pump so it came out cold. 

The good bit about the bar was the social aspect of it, it was good to see the other residents (sounds like a care home) and just to people watch. So there was always someone to talk to. 

The new managers were not helping themselves at all, shutting at 11pm every night, clearing glasses and cleaning tables at 10.30 making you feel unwelcome, barring people from the bar. If they didn’t like you, you knew about it, they also banned kids from under 14 to enter the bar. 

The bar was next door to the winning pools, but they wouldn’t open the doors to that side, and didn’t do anything by the pool, to me if I had that place, I would make sure I would offer drinks etc to the people by the pool. They only really make their money in the summer months, 

Our neighbours in the site come down for about 4 months over the summer, and their family fly out at regular intervals. They used to spend about £250 a week at the bar, one evening their grandson who was riding his bike poked his head in the bar door to ask his grandparents to get him a drink, Linda the landlady, screamed at him to get out of her fucking bar, naturally grandparents weren’t happy with this and have not been in since, basically taking £4K with them. 

It’s strange talking to the neighbours, it’s not really a done thing in the UK anymore, people are very friendly, of course there are some you don’t like, or wind you up. But it’s strange, you go on holiday, get a text from someone saying can you come round and dye my hair for me Kev, or to take our friend to visit her husband in hospital, pick someone up from the airport, take someone shopping, 

I’m looking forward to this year, as won’t be going to the bar so much and apparently quite a lot has happened on there, so waiting to hear the gossip. 

Meeting the neighbours 

For some bizarre reason Kev and I had managed to get Easter off from both our works, so with the extra bank holidays we thought this would be a great time to go over to France, open up the van and have our first proper holiday in our new home, we weren’t expecting great weather as it was march and it’s not like it was in the south of France or anything, 

We got there and it rained, rained every fucking day to be honest with you, the garden was a few inches under water for the duration as well, and we later found out the part of the site we are on floods quite often, thanks for telling us, Pete and Joan had put the heating on for us before we got there and gave it a clean, plus we had new people running the onsite bar, Gary and Linda from Cornwall, they had totally cleaned up the bar, removed all clutter, done a new menu, looked very promising. 

Kev gave the whole place a total spring clean, when he gets into it, he can be quite anal with cleaning, I tend to do what you can see, but he done the whole lot, it was frustrating for him not being able to do the garden. 

Most of that holiday the evenings were spent in the bar, there was a quiz night, bingo night, and a Chinese raffle, bar had new hours and shut at 11pm each night, we were hoping they open a bit longer in the summer, they didn’t, it got worse, 

Anyway, the residents and holiday home owners were very nice and pleasent, however I’m one of those people that when I first meet someone I either like them or don’t, and there was a couple I didn’t like, most of them tried to get all information possible from us, we met some great people, and the famous 5, 5 single people in their 60’s who hung around each other all the time, it was the club, no one could join their club, you could be friends but would never be accepted in, they were the ones that would spread the latest gossip around the place, of they didn’t like you, the rest of the site would know it, 

We were polite to them, and still are, one has been kicked out of the group, we got to know Pete and Joan better and met Gill, her husband Dave was in hospital after suffering a major heart attack in the summer before, so we didn’t get to meet Dave until later, most of the people on site are 50+ semi retired types. Was looking forward to the summer when hopefully a few younger people would be there, 

Apart from the weather, it was a good break, but we wouldn’t see any sun until the July, 

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