So, I was out the other night to the regular bar and befriended some more random people. In the process of cycling to the bar I'd almost been run over. A woman had just decided to do a U-turn as I passed her and nearly broadsided me. Luckily she stopped in time and I didn't poo my pants, so we continued on our merry way.
One of the guys in the bar assured me I'd be run over soon if I cycle a lot - he's been run over three times. Good to know. Although I gave his legs a tap and they definitely weren't made out of wood, so it cant have been that bad.
I also met the first person who knew that Ibiza existed. We were doing shots of Jager at the bar and she was telling about how and where she wanted to travel and dance - the White Isle being high up on her list. Needless to say we bored the rest of the group into playing pool while we discussed the benefits of life on a party island.
What more could you ask for? - except maybe some snow importing from the Alps during winter. The sweet pad above will set you back a cool 1.5 meeeeellion euros.Now to get writing my ransom letter to Richard Branson...
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