These were all great days, but this day, this great day, the day of the Geordie Pool Party, is by miles the best day of my life. Everybody, whey everybody except Kingy, put 50 Euros each in the kitty and that went behind the bar. Everybody’s drink was on us. The whole pool complex, in addition to all the people who we invited the night before (whey the two of them that turned up), just had to go to the bar, order a drink and put it on our slate. This just added to what was already a great atmosphere, especially once Kingy had eaten his packet of crisps and went back to his room. So we were sitting there from 14:00, just getting pint after pint. Then somebody, smudge I think, suggested we get a jager-bomb with each round. That was just about all that some lads can remember. Strangely, as we all got more pissed, Phil got more and more camp with every glorious pint. We drank, laughed, sang, drank, mocked Phil and drank some more in the glorious sunshine. Everyone who went to the bar came over and had a bit crack with us, which usually prompted us to get another round of shots in. one guy came over asking, as most of the civilians did, what we were celebrating. We pointed out that it was Roppas birthday, kingys stag, and that big Phil had just come out of the closet. The guy replied, straight as a die, “I came out of the closet a few years ago!” everyone simultaneously held their breath, looked at each other and thought “Fukin Hell!” thankfully the guy (and his boyfriend) took no offence to our homophobia and he toddled off with his free beers and we started laughing again. With every round we had to make a speech, thanking Tronny for such a good idea, or thanking Vanesy for booking the holiday, or anything that you fancied. If you swore whilst speaking to the group, you had to put a euro in the swear pile. By the time we had drank through the 900 Euros behind the bar, there was an incredible 220 Euros in the swear box. So that went behind the bar and the party continued on for another hour or so. After the party, I went to get my towel off me lounger and there was only a young couple shagging on their ground floor balcony. They were trying to be coy about it, with the lass on top grinding away on her partners pelvis. But when I shouted over to the lads at the bar “Hey lads, these two are only having it off!” they quickly disappeared into their hotel room! Talk about getting stage fright. To be honest I can’t remember what we did that night (but I do know that Tronny didn't make it out again), but I imagine it involved going to the strip, starting off at the popcorn bar and ending up in the karaoke bar until about 4 am.