Cyprus 1999

In 1999 five young scalliwags went to Cyprus. This is their tale (abridged so no one gets bored - we were there for two weeks, it didn't half drag on!).

Let us meet the characters of this tale of woe. First, because I am most important, me. WHAT?! Why? Because I'm bloody writing this alright. Look, if you want it different, you write it. Lazy git, i didn't think so. Now, the rest of 'em in order of how far their parents live from my parents. Just so it's fair:

My Mate Marcus. Skinny git. Marcus seems to feel a compulsion to put his arm round my shoulder in photos. This is because we have been mates for a long time, not because we are lovers. Just coz he's bloody taller than I am, git.

My Mate Gary. Rudey. Gary had a few excess pounds/kilos during this holiday. And sometimes he wasn't happy about the amount of walking we had to do.

My Mate Pum. Unfortunately, we didn't find many gorgeous birds in Cyprus. Fortunately, we took some with us. More later.

Finally, My Mate Angie. Playing with a cat. Sadly, this is about the only decent picture I have of her from the entire holiday. There's a reason for this, and I know what it is.

Bet you don't.

So. What did we do? Well. We camped, and drank, and drank. But that's not all we did, oh no!.

Marcus strapped himself to a parachute and jumped off a boat. Idiot. Trying to imitate a bird! We were a little less ambitious other days and tried (rather well) to imitate beached whales (except with less blubber). And Gary did a magnificent rendition of "It Came From The Deep!!" Pum on the other hand managed to sleep through the entire holiday.

I think it's fair to say that this page is a complete misrepresentation of our holiday. However, does anyone really give two hoots?

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