A Week Goes Missing
Don’t worry, I’m not dead. Technically. I’ve spent the last four days on a stag do in Magaluf, so I’m just coming to terms with reality again. Briefly, the highlights:
2hrs in: The transfer coach breaks down.
12hrs in: We are given enough free booze to kill a rhino. Anarchy ensues.
24hrs in: The stag gets food poisoning and spends the rest of the trip turning himself inside out.
36hrs in: I get lost and spend three hours walking aimlessly around the island.
48hrs in: I lose control of my legs and spend the next 12hrs lying on my face.
60hrs in: Honestly, I have no idea.
Magaluf’s lovely though. I expect.
8 Comments:
This is all well and good, but did it live up to it's reputation as Shagaluf?
Went for a week when I was 21.
I think.
What is Magaluf, except a non-inconsiderable part of my name ?
Mr A - I'm afraid I'm attached and unable to attest to that...
Anon - It's a rotting shithole of a holiday resort in the Mediterranean. But how does Magaluf fit into Anonymous? I can't quite see it myself.
NF - It's fantasy island if it's your fantasy to be stabbed, robbed and left for dead in the gutter. No, seriously, it's quite nice. I recommend it.
PS I only know the guy with the tongue as 'Ackroyd'. I'd only met him that morning.
PPS See if you can guess which one is me
You're right. Anonymous is not my real name.
Are you the one on the left on the pic?
Magguelone - I'm afraid I'm the one immitating a corpse. It's actually one of my better photos.
holy shit !
we are both discovered.
Nevermind, Magguelone is ((un)fortunately) not my real name either, still linked to magaluf. it's such a mess.
By the way, nice to meet you.
Magguelone - It's nice to meet your alter ego too.
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