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When I was five my deeply missed old man took us all on a family holiday to jacksville , the mumbles to be precise
As soon as we got there he told me in later years it went wrong
We arrived on the Friday night in the pissing rain and the rented caravan was leaking and cold
The next day was sunny and he took me fishing on mumbles pier
Then things started to go horribly wrong .......
On the way back from the pier to the caravan he stopped off to buy some Swansea bay cockles from a shop
That evening he started throwing up violently for three days
It spoilt the weeks holiday
Bloody jacks
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