The hotel bar closed at
5am, by which time Ginge had entertained the local police twice, and
Steve had gained a cut hand from stopping a bicycle with a street
sign. Colin was heard to ask for a phone to tell Bev.
Breakfast was held, for some, between 8am &
10am, with most rising at 9.30am, Phil looking like he had died during
Two versions of Ginge's ordeal follow,
but only one has been approved by him. Guess which.
1) "We were in a pub, talking to some Dutch
girls when Ginge went to sleep on a bench, We looked round and he had
gone ! The girls offered us a lift on their bikes, Steve decided to
steer his, and a sign post tried to mug him. Ginge must have been
arrested as a drunk."
2) "Ginge was kidnapped by South Malaccan
terrorists, but before they could get the ransom money out of his
sock, Steve staged a heroic rescue by crashing his heavily-armoured V8
Raleigh chopper through the door, routing the terrorists and riding
into the sunset with Ginge on the pillion."
Also after breakfast came the story of
the exorcist bed. It seems that Ginge (again ?) was mysteriously
thrown out of bed in the early hours, the bed ending up on the other
side of the room. Phil was a witness, but was unavailable for comment.
Yet more breakfast revelations : a David
Bellamy lookalike had been found, so everything became an "enooooooormous
Fridays troll included a shopping
expedition, with Steve attempting to buy a pair of jeans. After trying
on 4 pairs, all too small, the assistant, to Steve's horror, dived at
his zipper, yelling "may I assist you ?".
After a Big Mac, a phone box was found
without a Colin in it, before everyone returned to the hotel to
prepare for the Al Gatter birthday celebration drink-up.
Roger announced that he was in love with
Vanessa, another of our fellow travellers on the coach over, and
Martin was chatting up her kennel mate, telling all that 'anything is
better that nothing'. In his drunken state, he got it wrong, as those
to were worse than nothing.
Some of us left for dinner at an Italian
restaurant, leaving Martin locked out of his room whilst in the shower.
The restaurant was enlivened by the presence of
a Charles Bronson lookalike behind the bar.
Over dinner, the talking point was the trip to the Artis zoo, where
Terry was pelted with monkey excrement, and Chris L provided
impressions of the orang-utans.
We then went to Cary's Bar, where much beer was
Speaking of drunk, Al was. After a visit
to a peepshow, where we were insulted by the girls (!) Al went to bed,
and acquired lines on his body.
Back at the bar, more beer was put away,
with TC insulting anyone who came in. (Last time I saw a coat like
that it was on a bear). Andy bought a round and Chris B gave Chris L
lessons on posing. Colin managed to sit on a bar stool without oxygen,
and Chris L convinced everyone that Colin looked like Oddbod from
"Carry on screaming". This forced Colin to get drunk, threaten to
throw beer over Bob to see what it would look like, and then start a
discussion on sex. (Bob accidentally revealed that he was at work when
he first had it).
It was revealed that Martin thought that
a prostitute had been killed when he saw a lot of policemen and cars
while in the red light district. The more observant of his companions
noticed that they were outside a police station.
Chris L led the flashing, TC added to the
contents of the fire bucket, and Phil posed behind the bar.
Outside, Chris L threatened to hit
anybody with his exposed private part, Chris B merely stated that he
would be unable to follow that !
Let's go to a disco.
Ash, Chris B & Robin became separated
from the crowd, but spot Roger and Mark in another taxi. Cries of
'follow that cab' are ignored by their driver, so they go for a stroll
around the discos. In one, Chris B urinates everywhere when he is
accused of posing, them mobile posers then decide to follow 3
inebriated females back to a hotel bar (the Hans Brinkler), for more
beer. One girl has trouble with names, quoth she "I'll get it
eventually". Quoth he "I hope so !". When Chris B fails in his
attempted seduction, he drags the other two out, cursing and swearing.
("I hate you two" being the only one clean enough to print). Spurred
on by his thoughtful compatriots, Chris B decides to commit suicide by
jumping in the canal. The laughter caused by the threat, and the fact
that the drunken sot could not get his leg over the railings prevented
his drowning, so our heroes decided to return to the hotel, but only
after one unsuccessful attempt to trap a taxi. (Robin forgot the hotel
name, Ash was too drunk).