So I have just got into bed after a 12 hour journey home from Bulgaria, thanks to the Luton bomb scare. I find myself reflecting on what is certainly my last ever (albeit great fun) lads holiday. In summary... After drinking enough rum to be technically considered a pirate, having unjustified run-ins with the police, dancing like an 18 year old to euro pop, spading on girls too hot and too young for me, witnessing dental emergencies, incontinence, biting and a lot of vomiting; the conclusion could not be more crystal clear...
Posted on: Tue, 09 Sep 2014 07:45:14 +0000
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