MontyVeda
a short-tempered ill-controlled small-minded troll
- Location
- Lancaster... the little city.
Ibiza, 1985... me (aged 14) and my mum and dad. The 'pool side' hotel room was crap, consisting of two single beds and pull out bed with a tiny en-suite. I've seen bigger caravans towed by a Morris Traveller. It was a cheap all inclusive holiday that you get what you're given, but Dad kicked off and demanded something better, but the hotel was fully booked. They did however own an apartment complex a few hundred yards away which had only just been built, so we ended up with a one bed apartment (I got the sofa) in a flashy complex with private pool, bar and restaurant. could have been one of the worst but ended up one of the best.