So let me get this right.
They’ve wasted the actual half term week then dragged 4 kids a couple of hours up the road to sit watching movies in a glorified shed.
Oh sorry, I forgot that they have the extra luxury of sitting outside, in the freezing wind, in their private Petri dish. Very relaxing, the girls trying to out squeal each other for the camera and Lazy’s pissed-up, Prosecco fuelled cackling getting progressively louder.
It seems that anywhere is preferable to being in their own home.
I notice that Lazy is still producing her Michelin star standard meals by bunging a bit of cheap minced beef and onions in a pan with a packet mix and declaring it a delicious Mexican.
Never mind Lazy, your family can always stuff their faces on that cupboard load of crap that you’ve bought.
When are they going to realise that wherever they go it’s still the same boring, repetitive content and they are still the same greedy, obnoxious family whatever the setting.
I don’t believe for one minute that they love all this so called travelling, they are just constantly hoping to leave their problems in Bradford.
Maybe it would be a start to take Prinny next time and leave that greasy streak of piss to play on his skating pole outside his mummy’s house.