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What I did on my summer holiday By Theo Walcott aged 8 1/2
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Razzie Humour
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Jul 05, 2006 09:49 PDT
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I went to a place called Germany with my Uncle Sven and some other grown
up's. It is a country in Europe where a bad man called Adolf used to
live with his nazties, he does not live there anymore, Uncle Owen does
live there, and the grown up's say I cant talk about the bad man as it
will make Uncle Owen cry if I do. In Germany there are lots of castles
and some mountains. We are staying in a place called Baden Baden that's
a silly name, Uncle Frank has the same name as his dad, that's silly
too, his mum must get their underpants mixed up all the time.
On the aeroplane Uncle Sol sat next to me, he got me some toffee and
wants to be my friend, he works at the place where I do my YTS, so does
Uncle Freddy but him and Uncle Sol are not best friends anymore.
Uncle Owen met us at the airport, he talks foreign, Uncle Wayne, Uncle
Steven and Uncle David also talk funny, my mum says Uncle David talks
like Orville, he is a duck, Uncle Sol say's uncle David wears dresses
and knickers.
In Germany the grown ups are going to play football, my grandad says we
beat them in the olden days before my mum was born. That is a long time
ago.
While the grown up's went to play football so I went shopping with
Auntie Vicky and some other girls she bought me a big ice cream and got
herself a little one but she said she was full before she had eaten any
and threw it away. She bought lots of shoes and handbags and let me play
with Brooklyn. She say's she used to be in a pop band and sang me one of
her songs, I think she was telling fibs.
I told Uncle Sol about my day out with Vicky and he sulked, then he
bought me an even bigger ice cream with lots of hundred's & thousands on
it.
The grown up's went to play Football against somebody called Sweden,
Uncle Sol was crying as Uncle Freddy played for them and would not talk
to him. Uncle Sven is from Sweden and I heard him on the phone to their
boss last night. Uncle Michael hurt his knee and had to go home to his
mum for a plaster. Uncle Peter is a giant, a proper giant like you see
in books, he is rubbish at football though.
Uncle Wayne had a sore toe at the start of out holiday but it got better
so they let him play football. All the grown up's started to call Uncle
Wayne a potato head who stood on somebodys spuds. He got shouted at by
the referee. They are all saying that we have to go home now.
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