the main issue my mates had was that at the villages they went to the locals just seemed to have no respect for where they live
they'd just dump rubbish and filth over a wall for the stray dogs and goats to eat and shit everywhere, and then when it rained it'd all get washed through the streets and into the sea.

3 of them were ill after surfing over there because of all the shit that got washed into the sea.
( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Fri 2 Jul 2010, 13:34, 1 reply, 16 years ago)

I just pottered about
ripped to the tits on weapons-grade hashish and (the surprisingly good) local wines, and dined nightly at the hotel where Jimi Hendrix used to stay, sat beneath huge prints of the chap.

Wasn't ill once. There's a moral to this story: don't do sports, they're gay.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Fri 2 Jul 2010, 13:39, Reply)

that sounds like a fucking great holiday
most sports are gay. surfing is the fucking business though. it's the one thing I love as much as playing guitar and getting caned.
( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Fri 2 Jul 2010, 13:40, Reply)

My father agrees with you.
I actually I do like the idea of it. Ever seen 'Chairmen of the Board'? Death in Vegas once performed a live soundtrack to it in the Barbican, all totally synchronised to the footage that was on the big screen. It was amazing.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Fri 2 Jul 2010, 13:43, Reply)

I haven't seen it
I'll try and remember to check it out
( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Fri 2 Jul 2010, 13:49, Reply)

I tried half-heartedly to find it on DVD once, but failed miserably.

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Fri 2 Jul 2010, 13:50, Reply)

story of your life

( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Fri 2 Jul 2010, 14:13, Reply)