A bit council (Vol 4)
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markymarkthree said:
In 2018 i treated the Marky family to an all inclusive full fat council holiday in Ibiza at the Coral star.
It was possibly the best fun holiday we have ever had.
Highlight of the morning at 0855 was everyone lined up behind a tape waiting for staff to get the pool area ready.
0900 and the tape drops, note starfish boy on the left bagging his spot waiting for mother to waddle up with the loungers.
0905 all clear every one in the canteen now for a couple of full English breakfasts.
Come Friday Marky joined in and sneaked out the fire door and bagged these 7 beds, much to the disgust of some folk there.
Couldn't be doing with that myself. Given the choice of that hotel and staying at home I'll be in the garden for a week if anyone needs me.
That said, 25 years ago, I'd be in there like a pig in s**t, getting hammered at the bar, falling asleep on a lounger & getting badly sunburned, then trying (unsuccessfully) to chat up ladies in the evening. Typical young British t**t abroad, fulfilling all the stereotypes except getting a crap tattoo.
Pretty ashamed looking back now, but although we acted like dicks (like 99% of teenage blokes let loose on holiday), we didn't do anything disrespectful, just got loud and stupid between ourselves. This was Tenerife in the early to mid-90's (Playa de las Americas), and the bars/clubs positively encouraged it - free entry, half-price pints and 2 free shots with every beer. Recipe for disaster really - don't know if it's the same nowadays.
My mind still thinks those days were great and I could do it all again. My body (and my wife) take a different, more realistic view.
Getting old is rubbish.
In your 40's, if you are lucky, you have the money to do all the things you dreamed of in your teens/early 20's.
Problem is, if you go to those "younger-crowd" clubs you remember from back in the day, or decide to take up surfing or para-gliding, you look like someone having a mid-life crisis.
I don't really care what anyone thinks of me. If I wanted to do the clubbing/surfing stuff at my age I would - it just doesn't appeal any more. Goes back to the getting old thing!!
As I said, your holiday isn't for me but it looks a right laugh if you are prepared to join in. Never realised the sun-lounger race tales were true, never mind having a bloody tape up like the start of a 100m sprint
Life would be very boring if we all liked the same thing.
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It was possibly the best fun holiday we have ever had.
Highlight of the morning at 0855 was everyone lined up behind a tape waiting for staff to get the pool area ready.
0900 and the tape drops, note starfish boy on the left bagging his spot waiting for mother to waddle up with the loungers.
0905 all clear every one in the canteen now for a couple of full English breakfasts.
Come Friday Marky joined in and sneaked out the fire door and bagged these 7 beds, much to the disgust of some folk there.
Couldn't be doing with that myself. Given the choice of that hotel and staying at home I'll be in the garden for a week if anyone needs me.
That said, 25 years ago, I'd be in there like a pig in s**t, getting hammered at the bar, falling asleep on a lounger & getting badly sunburned, then trying (unsuccessfully) to chat up ladies in the evening. Typical young British t**t abroad, fulfilling all the stereotypes except getting a crap tattoo.
Pretty ashamed looking back now, but although we acted like dicks (like 99% of teenage blokes let loose on holiday), we didn't do anything disrespectful, just got loud and stupid between ourselves. This was Tenerife in the early to mid-90's (Playa de las Americas), and the bars/clubs positively encouraged it - free entry, half-price pints and 2 free shots with every beer. Recipe for disaster really - don't know if it's the same nowadays.
My mind still thinks those days were great and I could do it all again. My body (and my wife) take a different, more realistic view.
Getting old is rubbish.
In your 40's, if you are lucky, you have the money to do all the things you dreamed of in your teens/early 20's.
Problem is, if you go to those "younger-crowd" clubs you remember from back in the day, or decide to take up surfing or para-gliding, you look like someone having a mid-life crisis.
I don't really care what anyone thinks of me. If I wanted to do the clubbing/surfing stuff at my age I would - it just doesn't appeal any more. Goes back to the getting old thing!!
As I said, your holiday isn't for me but it looks a right laugh if you are prepared to join in. Never realised the sun-lounger race tales were true, never mind having a bloody tape up like the start of a 100m sprint
Life would be very boring if we all liked the same thing.
.
Whistle said:
Hold on which ones Matt and which one Ryan?Whistle said:
Going to the paper FFS. A load of us ordered McDonald's a few weeks ago at work, there no dips, no straws, chips half full and drinks were a third full.
Did we go to the papers, no, we complained to Uber Eats and within half an hour of doing so, my colleague had a credit on his account to the value of approx 2 thirds of the total cost of the meal!
Calling the police because you can't get a McDonald's breakfast
https://www.theargus.co.uk/news/19032374.woman-cal...
https://www.theargus.co.uk/news/19032374.woman-cal...
eldar said:
Sounds like a pretentious brothel. Probably paid in luncheon vouchers.
I want to put the lid on this Salon Privé council nonsense.There is one day where you pay £20 or something and can walk around and gawp at the cars. If that’s council then fine.
I went on ladies day. There’s a dress code, it’s £300 to get in, you get luncheon, afternoon tea and unlimited champagne.
Is it a brothel? Well, there are a lot of George Clooney wannabes looking for totty fair enough.
But it’s NOT COUNCIL!
Whistle said:
Spending your last £20 in KFC!Blimey, idle gits. Should have gone to Aldi. Could have got some proper food and a bottle of wine!
01WE01 said:
Thankyou4calling said:
I went on ladies day. There’s a dress code, it’s £300 to get in, you get luncheon, afternoon tea and unlimited champagne.
That sounds pretty council. Thankyou4calling said:
eldar said:
Sounds like a pretentious brothel. Probably paid in luncheon vouchers.
I want to put the lid on this Salon Privé council nonsense.There is one day where you pay £20 or something and can walk around and gawp at the cars. If that’s council then fine.
I went on ladies day. There’s a dress code, it’s £300 to get in, you get luncheon, afternoon tea and unlimited champagne.
Is it a brothel? Well, there are a lot of George Clooney wannabes looking for totty fair enough.
But it’s NOT COUNCIL!
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