“The first Casulaty of war is innocence” – Platoon
“Stand Up and be counted for what you are about to receive” – AC/DC For those about to rock
For those about to rock, we salute you sang AC/DC…In Kos it was more like for those about to shock…If our favourite News of the World would have been here they would have had enough content to fill a whole month’s worth of editions. Last night Bob and I went to Moonshine and enjoyed a few too many free drinks thanks to Savas’s hospitality, before heading up to Tropicana to see what today’s flights had brought in. A good evening was being had by all – whilst you can never say that Norfolk has produced the brainiest women, it certainly makes up for it with the breasts. What is it with girls when they go on holiday. Granted they may only work in the COleman’s Mustard packing factory but do they really think that one day in teh sun turns them into Pamela Anderson! Still, a flash of our workers (fake) ID cards, and a secret handshake with Stevie behind the bar and they were applying themselves to us faster than the Ambre Solaire…And then it all went wrong…In came Amanda. Now I’m stil not sure what to make of Amanda. Pretty blonde totty is all very well, but does she really think she can live her life in Kos as she does in Belgravia? For some reason she decided that Bob needed cheering up – “Get over Sal, she’s not interested” she kept saying, despite him having his hand up Dijon-girl’s top…”Find a nice tourist instead” completely oblivious to his fumblings…There is only so much of the Chelsea handbag you can take so we removed our digits from various pieces of underwear and went on our merry way – of course after telling Amanda that the girl in the corner was her spitting image (a mirror – but it didn’t stop her going to have a closer look). Bob wanted some peace and quiet, so he headed back to Moonshine, wher of course Sal was working.
Queue 10 minutes of madness when Amanda comes marching in, and then accused Sal of ignoring Bob – Sal then accuses Bob of sleeping with Amanda, and Amanda accuses me of telling Sal that her and Bob have in fact slept with each other. It ends up with tears all round as Sal hits Bob, Bob shouts at Amanda and I fall of my bar stool laughing.
Roll forward 12 hours and we are awoken by a mad banshee screaming at our door. Sal has had time to sleep on the issues at hand and decided to come to our room and reasonably demand to know what is going on. I point out to Bob that our return flight goes on Wednesday and it is looking more tempting by the day…that would be of course if it wasnt for Sal tearing mine up in anger yesterday (she thought it was Bob’s).
BY 2pm we were all friends again. Amanda confessed that she had never slept with Bob (much to his disappointment as he had counted her in his growing bedpost tally after the house party in April in Bayswater – so who was it then???) and we went down to the beach to at least work on a tan. We are moving to our new apartment tomorrow – 800,000Dracma for the season – and as I’ve agreed to fund Fiona’s part (I have my reasons!!! Let’s just say it gets round teh issue of prostitution being illegal out here), I really need to find some work.
Highpoint of the day was having a long conversation with teh Aussie Pizza woman – Kelli. Now I am not saying I am shallow, but if you are to have a girlfriend in the resort, chose one who works in a restaurant and can thus feed you at the end of each evening – after all they get free drinks from the bars! Anyway, she is coming out later.
Off to the hospital tomorrow for our medicals – Bob can’t wait as he hates needles – I can’t understand why – he’s been used to having a small prick the whole of his life!!!
Things to Remember
Sweet Child of Mine – Guns ‘N’ Roses
Energy & Appetite
Friends who don’t try and a)knick your money, b)knick your girlfriend c)knick your underwear