Righty-ho. First day up at sparrows fart having watched too much of a series called 'Coupling' and being virtual reciting robots. Absolutely exhausted about 10 minutes after getting up. Spent the rest of the day suntanning (in the shade) and bitching about the gorgeous foreign women wandering around the hotel in bikinis (we were hidden under our veils, long black fat disguising cloaks etc.) Most notable event of the day was a French couple (or more accurately the man) who K astutely noticed was 'hung like a donkey'. And he was, it was quite scary/couldn't stop giggling and pointing.

Also invented new phrase after such incident which will be taking back with me to HK. If see hot man, scream out 'SCORCHIO at 6/7/8/9 o' clock'. Or mostly just SCORCHIO. Anyway that did have the reverse inverse disproportional effect of becoming a habit, and now we seem unable to stop screaming SCORCHIO whenever there is a decent looking man around. This is quite embarassing, as you can imagine. For when you try and STOP yourself screaming scorchio your face contorts into a spastic special needs face. And you start thinking how awful it would have been to scream it out but even worse with your new spastic face. And for some reason you start LAUGHING.

That is the GiggleLoop (and also our first day). Went out for dinner that night with unknown family and Gap Year student mysteriously called Tom. After much giggling and eye winking (generously, I thought I'd let K have this one ;)) we suddenly realized he was probably a freak. The bet was: acne, techno geek, glasses, mullet...and the sad thing was we weren't far off.)