My first & only trip to Ibiza.
Picture the scene... It's my first ever holiday abroad without my parents, now I had been on trips to Newquay and such but nothing prepared me for just how much vodka my pound would get me.

After drinking only 3 PINTS of vodka redbull (did you know that you don't have to measure out spirits in Spain? I didn't) I was truely a complete wreck. My friends carried me down to Café del Mar where I am offered champagne by some lovely 'lads', I haven't even completely swallowed it and it's already (along with everything else) all over the beach.

I am told that that I kept blaming it on the 'pork'. What does this mean I hear you ask? I have no idea. I hadn't eaten pork that night.

So, we head back to hotel (probably a good idea) and I have a little sleep for an hour or so...

I wake up abruptly and insist on going back out in to town, I decide that going out in pajama's is entirely suitable. On the way there my friends ask me to take a picture of them mounting a motorbike, so I duely do and I say 'Now me! Now me!' So what do I mount? A bin. Apparently that's just as sexy as bike.

So, a picture of me mounting a rather revolting bin with fleck of sick up my pajamas in broad daylight does, in fact, exist.

I'm ever so sexy me.
(Spoil Me please, oh, please, Thu 1 Dec 2005, 11:55, Reply)