Sunny Spain
is a lovely place, especially when it's your first holiday away from the folks with your best drinking buddies.

Anyhoo, on the last night there I had run out of money and could only afford 3 or 4 pints, but before I left the hotel that night I remembered that I'd bought an 8th of weed off some dodgy bloke in a nightclub a few days previous. Knowing that I couldn't take it on the plane home with me I decided to eat it all.

Great idea as I giggled the first couple of hours away. Great idea until the wallpaper in the pub started to move and I started laughing hysterically. I woke up about 6 hours later under my bed in the hotel room shivering, not knowing really what went on.

I tried to piece together events, but I'm not really sure what order these things happened in...

First things first I told my friends that I was going back to the hotel because I felt 'fucked' in as many words, and then there are several events which meant I had to run rather quickly (are you still with me?)

As far as I can remember I was walking past a bar our 'reps' had told us not to go in because it was a favourite haunt of lager swilling Germans, I thought it was really funny to storm in, stand bolt upright, raise my right arm in that famous salute and shout 'SIEG HEIL!' - I had to run rather quickly.

Next thing I think I did was to roundly abuse the local spanish police, flicking them the victory V and yelling 'You bastards are twice as good as our police!' - again I had to escape rather quickly.

Finally I remember vaguely lying in the surf on the beach throwing up my guts and heckling distant figures who I assumed were women - I was correct; Que an angry spanish man chasing me down the beach, while I flailed along, soaked to the bone covered in vomit.

While I was piecing this together in my mind, my mate fell in face first through the door and fell asleep on the cold tile floor.

What a dick I am.
(Biromunch, Tue 15 Aug 2006, 3:22, Reply)