My hols Johnny Vegas

%26lsquo;THERE WASN%26rsquo;T much money around when I was little and holidays weren%26rsquo;t a
priority. But sometime after my dad got laid off, I was sent on a holiday
for deprived children at a youth hostel in Wales.

The Catholic Men%26rsquo;s Society did it and, bless them, they were well intentioned,
but … it were terrifying. The other kids were the hardest ne%26rsquo;er-do-wells
you%26rsquo;ve ever come across. I thought I%26rsquo;d met hard lads before, but these were
serious.

They set up a boxing match between this main skinhead, who was bullying
everyone, and this little chubby Italian lad. And the Italian lad battered
him.

The skinhead tried to give up, but the adults chucked him back in the ring for
more, telling him, %26ldquo;You%26rsquo;re learning a life lesson here.%26rdquo; It wouldn%26rsquo;t be
allowed now, would it?