We're back to never drinking again!!

Hanging like a monkey in a tree, I managed to get myself to the pool and a sunbed to relieve my hangover. Stories from the night before filled the atmosphere, and everyone decided that the best solution to the hangover was yet more alcohol. I opted for banana daiquiris, 1 of my 5 a day, no?

In the evening, I thrashed Will at jenga, and we both beat 2 German guys at pool. After a terrible round, I was on top form, potting 3 balls in a row AND potting the black, winning us the game. Whoop!

We met a group of girls, found the irish lads, consumed more buckets and shots, and ended up back at slinkys.

I can't comment on much else. However I do remember serenading a man selling buckets In hope for a free one, as well as charging into a shop called Fresh Mart for drinks to strawpedo, and singing at the top of my voice "WE DONT NEED NO 7/11. HEY 7/11, LEAVE FRESH MART ALONE!" Somehow I don't think these were Pink Floyd's original lyrics.