Several years after I promised, Jen and I finally made it to the White Isle, just in time for the Radio One Ibiza party (which we saw from our balcony but missed because we were too busy drinking meths-flavoured vodka and talking about sex). And now, nine months later, we have the pictures to prove it!
I've got a great idea! Let's get dressed up all in white and go to the water party at Es Paradis!
We seemed to have made a choice that was popular, can't think why. Don't worry about that limpet Jen has stuck to her face - him and his mates soon buggered off when we told them how old we were. Over the hill at 24, I dunno.
Lazy days by the pool. I'd like to point out that I managed to successfully mount that turtle AND stay put while I had my picture taken in a variety of poses - not an easy task!
As you can see, the hotel bar was a hotbed of talent for pulling...(and all those generic IT lessons at uni are made worthwhile by those speech bubbles).
Our last night, when we went to Eden. Those lovely shoes came back minus a heel, and I think the bloke we talked into taking the Eden picture was a bit unimpressed since he was trying to sell luminous things and all we wanted were his photographer talents...
The other bits....those infamous barmen; Jen and I jetsetting with the yachts in our pedalo; sunburned pissheads with the winning quiz sheet; cocktails at the Pussycat; and that massive paella, served by non-dodgy barman Pepe's son (who also took the picture! Multi talented, you see...)