My main holiday memory is Torquay in 1986 when the Mexico world cup was on. Got a cracking bunch of photos of myself, aged 14, with streaks in my hair and pretending to drive my dad's Sierra. The world cup sticks in my mind and obviously 'that' moment in history
I went back a year later with my then girlfriends family and went to the (huge) Radio 1 Roadshow.
I loved it down there. When summers seemed to last forever.
Remember a holiday in 1988 with my best mate, who joined me and my mum and dad in Yarmouth. First time we were allowed out and went to an onsite nightclub. No drinking, just pretending we were old enough, and meeting two lasses doing the same.