teenage holidays
with a huge group of your mates, however, are the best thing ever!

post a-levels, pre university, 19 friends and i descended on kavos. this was 1996 and it was tacky but not as bad as it is now. highlights included... god, where do i start....

the hot bartender who made us our own cocktail every night and who looked obscenely like the brad

pulling the hot bartender on the very last night

snogging different guys every night of the week and everyone being single not in boring couples with babies so it was ok to do it

my busty friend sam losing the world's biggest lilo when it blew away and legging it down the beach like pamela anderson on speed

my friend jo having to ask three different guys in two weeks "excuse me, did we have sex last night?" (the answer was no every time, we were naughty but not complete slags, thanks!)

watching my friends nan and laura fall out of the sky when their paragliding boat had to do an emergency stop because of some twat in a pedalo cutting him up

my thick friend dora saying "mmmm, look at that paella" when a guy walked past carrying a parrot. she was looking at the tray full of its shit underneath it

the guy who walked up and down the beach all day with a ring do-nut on his cock carolling blithely, "do-nuts. sexy do-nuts..."

rescuing a guy who was being chased by a mad greek with a knife after spending the night with a girl (apparently this is illegal in greece if you're not married? never checked that out, frankspencer, can you help?!)

watching a tramp run off with my mate's can of vagi-sil. fuck knows what he thought it was

being able to swim and sunbathe all day; drink all night and not feel tired even for a minute in 2 weeks

god, now i'm depressed as fuck, those were really and truly the days!
( rachelswipe with a fork, Fri 3 Aug 2007, 14:59, Reply)