Darn this keyboard, its not quite the same as the ones in the UK, i can do a <, but not the opposite, and to get the “at” as in the a with a squiggle ampersand, theres a weird move that i have not mastered yet.
//// Ah there´s the bloody forward slash.
Any way, a young at heart me on holiday in Ibiza with a 16 year old cool daughter, Ashlea. Hmmm, a volatile combo possibly. So we decided to blog about it and do quote fço the day. That word was meant to be “for” but i left it in to show the cute accent underneath.
I will buy a digital camera tonight and upload some piccies, but in the meantime, I enclose a piccie of the hotel, (you need to click on the link, I cannot upload piccies here) which incidentally as we walked in last night at 3 in the morning smelled of sick.
http://www.tobook.com/photos/6676_club-san-remo-sestanyol%20SAN%20REMO3.jpg
I said “That´s sick” and Ashlea thinking I was speaking Teen said “Whats good about it?!”
So our tale begins about 12 hours ago when we were at Luton airport, dropped off by Mum and Dad, (thanks guys), and we saw a bus. Waiting about 3 paces from where we were dropped off at. Now being a London lad, and being used to things being on the big side at airports, we figured that it was the bus to take us to the terminal building I mean come on Heathrow and Gatwick have whole perimeter roads for goodness sake. so we dutifully got on the bus.
Ashlea, ever observant, noticed after a while:
1. Luton was a bloody big airport, and this was a long drive.
2 Luton airport was pretty and all encompassing including on our drive, beautiful fields, cute country pubs, the odd herd of cows.
Either that, or…..

Inspector Clouseau would be proud!
20 minutes later, we pulled up in the official airport long term park and ride. 20 minutes away from the terminal. We could have walked it in all of 2 minutes.
“Scuse me m8″ whch bus goes back first.”
“That one. Where you parked?
“Ummmmmm”
Nice flight, we sat next to a nice lady called “Maureen” who told us about her friends that owned 2 bars opposite where we were staying, one of which is called The Pink Panther.
So we arrive, and decide to go over the Pink Panther.
Quote for the day from me to Ashlea
“Where the f— did you learn to neck shots like that??”
More tomorrow.

Ooerr missus

Gorgeous. And that's just me.

- Beautiful, could inspire a myriad of Mills and Boon stories. “As the sun set and he held her in his muscular arms…”