I have and I haven't...
While in Magaluf on a holiday with friends we were assured that a certain booby bar was "where it's at." Myself and an equally unbeknownst friend entered said bar to see what the craic was. There was no craic. Just us a black hefty barman and 4 black "women."

Now we were placed in a very difficult situation, being the average brit it is difficult to simply turn around and walk out of such an establishment, I doubt it could be assumed we had no idea it was sleazy when the sign for the bar was a pair of neon flashing tits.

So we ordered a drink at the bar, around €10 for a can of Heineken I might add, and not the 440/500ml either. We sat down on the easy to wipe leather sofa's and tried to drink our drink as quickly as possible. However, we appeared to be the only customers of the night and were set upon by the ladies of negotiable affection. We had 2 each stroking us in places that I'd rather not strangers stroked me.

Already long story a bit less long, myself and one of the ladies began arguing over how much money I had. I said I literally had none left, it being the last day of the holiday. The argument continued until I foolishly said: "check the card, I guarantee there's nothing on there." They swiped it at the bar and returned with a recipt. Confused I still protested I had no money in my account and refused to sign, walking out shortly after a most embarassing series of events.

What made matters worse afterwards, I realised it was actually past midnight in England making it now Thursday. Or payday as it is know. Curse that damn holiday pay, curse it to hell, because that's 80 pounds and a curious bank manager I will never be able to recover from.
( mike woz ere 7442200 & 7696970 getter, Thu 19 Jan 2006, 18:17, Reply)