Lourdes: - this could be a separate topic in itself.

I’m sure there are plenty of you on here who have ventured south across France to ‘help the sick’ – that was why you went wasn’t it?

Not because you were 15-16 and getting spannered at night with 100’s of others, not because of the fantastic girl to boy ratio, not because you were getting a handjob by the river at night… ?

I went 6 times during the 90’s and although you did have to put a shift in and go to mass, the rewards after dinner as 400 teenagers all descended on one bar and tried to carry on from where they left off the night before was priceless. It was pretty much a free for all – 99% of the people there all had the horn big time and as the night goes on – much Stella is consumed. Too much for some… I had many ‘Firsts’ in my time there.

First cigarette
First lads night out on the lash
First blowjob
First time getting caught having a blowjob
First time getting pissed on a train
First time missing a train home
First time I ‘motor-boated’ boobs
First time I shave someones eyebrows

Very fond memories of taking a middle aged chap to the pub on a bed with wheels – he paid for me and my mates for a full 5 hour session on the stella – we had a great afternoon until it was time to go back. – he was bed ridden and we had now lost the ability to walk – we had to request help from the hospital to help push him back home. I still say that he even though we were his main carers and couldn’t look after him, he had a much better day with us in a bar than he would if he had gone to mass – and I guess that’s why he goes every year….

I have nothing but amazing memories of that place and put serious consideration to having my Stag Weekend there, but I guess it wouldn’t be as good now as it will be full of teenagers running around dripping with hormones.

I will go back… one day…
(Pat mustard, Thu 1 Sep 2011, 14:23, Reply)