Today's survival kit inventory was Vaseline, Sudacrem and Talc which was kept to hand all day when sat around the pool. Venturing out was hard as Matt needed to sit in a Sarong, 'commando', with his legs open letting the boy's breath.

Excitement was in the air for a 'BIG' night out. When you go out every night you have to create that distinction, its mind set. The night with Ryan, Holly, Charlotte, Duncan and Esther consisted of being locked in an outside bar (if that is possible) by the elements. The rain was tropical and the down pour lasted for hours. Other features of the night were buckets, free shots, cocktails, connect 4, dancing on the bar (the girls) and the start of a bromance.

The night took a dramatic twist when a south end pig in knickers with a potty mouth and an aggressive attitude showed up. The whole atmosphere turned very uneasy in anticipation of this unpredictable mountain of a woman's next move. Showing signs of intelligence, she thought that Liverpool and Manchester were areas within Leeds. When we eventually managed to shake off the time bomb (made her move on to abuse someone else), a racist punk took her seat. This vile human being claims that he doesn't see colour in defence of his beliefs. We agree his vision was only black and white. Dropping numerous N-bombs to the wrong people and referring to the girls as 'See You Next Tuesday's', he ranted on that the six of us were the problem with England and that's why he lives in Thailand.

A relaxing Pad Thai to forget about the white English trash we had unfortunately being sharing the same air as and bed at 7a.m.

M & C xxxx