A booze-fuelled week while on a stereotypical ‘lads’ holiday left something to be desired, writes Jack Winter for the University of Southampton’s Wessex Scene:
…Within minutes of getting into our rooms we were packed onto the balcony judging whether or not we would be able to make it to the pool without turning ourselves into Christopher Reeve. And so it began!
This was my first time experiencing one of the media-vilified ‘Lads’ holidays. I was following the well worn path of young people to the Mediterranean, paying around £500 to throw myself into a whirling staggering haze of drunken debauchery with my friends for a week. Just so long as I didn’t do anything ridiculous like getting a tattoo of my own face on the back of my head, managing to be kidnapped by a gang and ransomed, or failing to McTwist over a helicopter I was guaranteed the best holiday of my life… Right?
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