scottiedog
New Member
Some of this may bore you, some of this may not make sense but this is a little taste of my holiday antics and fond memories............ ENJOY!!!! 
Mon 12th July – Gatwick Airport
Ironically it’s hot. Im a little bit nervous. I’ve been building up to this for so long now, the fear is kicking in. Will it meet expectations? Will we get to do everything we planned? Will everyone get on? Will the barman please turn off that shite Usher song!!!!!!! Zipping around the airport on my trolley in search of the lads, I see them. “WAHEY” I scream at the top of my lungs to a small group of twenty something’s. It’s not them! I regain the situation by pretending Im shouting at someone completely different and get the hell out of there. Finally I find them:
Squad:
Scottie (dog) – Me. Graduate Trainee. Clubbing enthusiast. The funkier the better.
Dan aka Dingo – Trader. City boy. Ginger. Likes it deep and dirty. Rated his first clubbing experience last year at Cocoon as “better than sex”.
Williams – Chartered Surveyor. Legend. Aussie. Couldn’t care less what the music’s like. Beware of post club spending sessions. He once spent 45 minutes and £46 on Cadburys cream eggs and crap dance compilations in the Shell garage opposite our house after a particularly heavy night at the Cross.
Mal – Traveller. Only met him at the airport but he turned out to be another splendid Aussie character. Ranked number 80 in the world triathlon rankings. (Sorry just had to drop that in)
With the biggest grin on my face, I rush to get my bags checked in and officially get my holiday up and running and be sent on my way. The whole of the plane is full of excitement. Drinks are flowing a little too easily and quickly (but still wary that our car had to be picked up when we landed).
Tues 13th July – And so it begins….
On landing at 01:10 we run around like mad men eager to stick to our plan of picking up luggage, the car, tickets for Cocoon and other party accessories, then on to see his royal highness (Sven Vath). “OH MY GOD………….” I have been in Ibiza for 10mins and already I have lost my phone and camera!!!! I definitely had them when I walked off the plane, but now they have disappeared. It’s all about priorities, so I concentrate on organising the tickets. (If anyone came across a Canon Sureshot 70 Camera or Black Nokia 6210 in the Hiper Rental Car Car-Park in the early hours of 13th July please pm me!!!!)
Flying to San An we pick up our bits and pieces and head to Amnesia for some Vath and Hawtin action. The place isn’t packed but enough for a good atmosphere. A couple of hours in, we start to find that “special place” and the beat takes over. The tunes are banging, the acts and dancers are amazing. I meet some fellow from Austria, who instantly becomes my new best mate, and get invited to carry on the party with Sven et al down at bora-bora (the not so hard to find secret after party). Following a couple of hours of chilling at Playa D’en Bossa to the delightful sounds of Hawtin we decide to head to the Hostal La Marina (Ibiza Town) for our 1st weeks accommodation. We have an apartment right in the middle of all the stalls and old cobbled streets. Even during the day it is buzzing. Time to bed down and catch some shut eye……………….
So what’s it gonna be tonight?........... The casino of course!!!! Off we rock, cash in hand and lucky charms hanging off us. Williams and Dingo fancy themselves as professional gamblers and take the whole affair very seriously. The place is pretty low key to be honest. Never really been to a casino before but it was all very quiet and a bit too passive for me. Still didn’t stop me playing a bit of roulette. Doubled my money, lost it, then came out even so can’t complain. Williams’ bets are getting increasingly large and Im thinking we may have a problem on our hands.
Wed 14th July – Happy Birthday Seb……….
You just gotta love Ibiza Town. It’s not only brilliant at night but superb just for hanging out and chilling. Which is what I did. Also made it across to PDB and found a Foam Party taking place @ Bora-Bora If you can imagine how a dog reacts when it sees a lake or river, it just dives in, well that was me as soon as I saw the foam, such good fun. You just can’t beat it!!! Bora-Bora is AWESOME!!!!!! Best party on the island including the clubs!!!!
Anyway back to the action, we set ourselves up for Pacha and Subliminal. With tarting ourselves up accordingly and heading on our merry way, via the airport to pick up an addition to the squad:
Chard - Recruitment Consultant. Ibiza veteran. Coming out for his 26th week in the party capital.
and the casino. Oooops, I lost 100 euros. Never mind I’m on holiday, I’m here to spend money, its what you do, right? As soon as we walked into Pacha, the place was buzzing. Not wanting to burn ourselves out too early we decided to soak up the atmosphere on the terrace and grab a few drinks. Hearing the tunes pumping out from the main room I was hypnotised by Fontaine. Tune after tune rolled out, god I love this guy!!!! He also had the best birthday present in the world too……. The whole of Pacha singing Happy Birthday to him…… Love it!
Morillo was his usual charismatic self with an awesome array of new tunes and a concoction of some of the best from days gone by. I can still hear them in my head………. “Spin Spin sugar”…….. Oh yeah!!!! This turned out to be one of the best nights of my holiday!
Thurs 15th July – What’s it gonna be??? … Take it easy???
Feeling a little pasty and less than chirpy from the previous night, a day of complete rest and chill out was in order. Finally, waking from the dead, we all decide to head out and chill. Fancying a boat trip I try and rally the troops on a boat ride to PBD from Ibiza Town. Getting a negative reaction and comments such as “I just want to get a beer” I finally compromise by buying them all a can of beer which they can bring with them.
Whilst on this boat trip a naked person was spotted in the distance. Being your usual 20 something perverts out came the camera to snap away. After closer investigation on the digital camera screen we realised it was a bloke with a very large nob about to pitch a tent!!!!
Walking along PDB beach past Figeratus the sound of Bora-Bora imposes itself. Suddenly we are “back in the game”. What was originally going to be our night off turned into what can only be described as a night of intoxication and debauchery. (Well not for all of us, I only met the first criteria, but I am here for the music after all…… lame I know!!!) I met a crazy chick walking around with rotten teeth (fake) and a bottle on her head. She turned out to be a top girl………crazy, but top. (She actually went off with my mate, but it was my fault for making dancing my priority) Anyway, the night took its course and a good time was had by all (except Williams who lost his phone….. bummer. At least I’m not the only one now, but as long as he doesn’t lose the camera as that has all our adventures on it, its ok) The music was amazing the atmosphere was unreal and the whole squad had a wicked time. Even though it was only about 02:00 when we left, we were a little tired and needed to save ourselves for when the rest of the guys arrived tomorrow night.
Fri 16th July – Boys are back in town!!!!
Tonight was the start of even more carnage as the whole of the squad would be assembling for the second week. Slept pretty much all day (again) and thought we might kick off the evening’s party with some afternoon SPACE action. I was informed it went on until 21:00. This was a total lie!!!!!!!! And with 2 little friends starting to take effect (the only one who had decided to get on it early) I arrived to find it was closed. Oooops. It’s off to Bora-Bora I guess. Bathing in the sun, foot tapping to the beats of DJ Gee and Andy Daniel I get into the swing of things. The usual fun and games was had but some of us still were drained from the week’s activities so I bedded down with the dingo and Mal before the guys arrived:
Grady – Graduate Trainee. For someone who is particular about the DJ’s he listens too he doesn’t spend much time listening to them!
Scuba Steve – Builder/Rugby Player. Crazy Canadian who has Jackass stunt tendencies
Wesmanator500 – Maintenance Engineer/Rugby Player. Another Canadian. Loves, motorbikes doing wheelies (private joke).
E-Bot – Social Worker. The guy never stops smiling. Some of you may remember him from my homelands pictures as the one in the red t-shirt with bull on the front.
Beau – IT Support Manager. Deeply devious man. Liability!
Maycock – Never leave him in a bathroom by himself as he has a habit of ripping sinks off the wall as was the case in our villa last year. Claims it was a freak of nature… yeah right.
(We’re a very mature bunch of 23 – 28 year olds as you can see!!!)
With energy levels restored and minds set for Defected @ El Divino, the boys arrived and we skipped on over for some funky action from Sandy Rivera and Ibiza Spotlights Golden Boy Andy Daniell. This was just the night I had been looking for. The music was great, all my mates had arrived and the 11 member strong squad was now complete. The only thing which put me off the whole night was the ostentatious girls and boys hanging out on the terrace. Anyone would think that someone had died. Groups would be sat round not saying a word just sticking their old hooters in the air not wanting to look as though they were letting their hair down too much as it might make a crease in their top. This, however did not effect my night for long as I was here for myself and the rest of the boys.
The funky melodies kept on being sung out and the whole night reached a climax when we were dancing whilst you could see the sun rising in the distance. We also met a couple of crazy Geordie chicks who were a barrel of laughs. Sorry I can’t remember your names if you’re reading this but what fun was had by all.
Sat 17th July – The humble abode
As with last year we decided to rent a villa and OMG was it unbelievable. Looking out onto/over Cala Vadella and Cala Moli, the sunsets were breathtaking. It had everything you could ask for and more…. Pool, sun terrace, 4 post beds and best of all a chill out cushioned area looking out onto the sunsets. The 2 km dirt track running up to the villa even gave Colin Macrae wannabe’s the chance to take the rental cars for a real spin. Obviously chilling and sunning ourselves was the order of the day. Some friends staying on the island came over and a few drinks were consumed, with the exception of me as I had to drive my mate (Dingo) to the airport that same night and I wanted to save myself for the big the next day………
Sun 18th July – The one we’ve all been waiting for!!!!!!
Today was special! it was the one the whole group had been looking forward to. It was the epic clubbing marathon known as WLS @ Space. What a line-up …… Erick Morillo, Steve Lawler, Who Da Funk and the rest of the Space cadets. The morning was spent hydrating and loading ourselves with carbohydrates before we let rip in Space. Before setting off in the 2 cars there was almighty shotgun from one and all over which CD’s were going in which car to get us in the mood. The tune for the journey for my squad ended up being …. “Shiny Disco Balls – Who Da Funk” and “OT Quartet - How’s your evening so far.” It sends goose pimples through me when I hear it now. We arrive @ 15:00, sun blazing and music thumping out of the terrace. The atmosphere is unbelievable and it’s not even full!!!! Grab some drinks, have a little boogie, check out the discoteca which is like a ghost town (how awful for the DJ, poor fellow!!!!) Obviously I tried helping him out on the dance floor but I don’t think 1 guy by himself made much difference (probably made it look worse in fact). The rest of the guys had decided they were going to spend 20 mins playing X-Box games which obviously meant a bout of Bora-Bora was in order to get us going.
The party was jumping as expected. Grabbed some food and about 12 jugs of Sangria and simply drifted into a night that none of us will ever forget. I bumped into Nostrum who is a really nice bloke. He should change his Forum nickname to Duracell Bunny; the guy just didn’t stop dancing!!!! I also met another peep from the forum called CRV from Australia. He too was top fella. Sorry I missed you at the end of the terrace but hope you had a brilliant day / night. It would have been good to go out for a few drinks during the week, but never mind maybe next time…. I also met a gorgeous young lady who originates from South Africa and have lined up a hot date. Can’t remember what she looks like but its all going to be fun and games!!!
Time flew by and the tunes were unbelievable, they just kept on coming. My top 5 for the terrace were (in no particular order) ……..
1. Eurythmics – Sweet Dreams
2. Spektrum – Kinda New (Tieschwarz Mix)
3. Max Linen - Flashback
4. Thomas Bangaltar & DJ Falcon - Calling Me
5. Praise Cats – Shined on me (Skylark Mix)
When Eurythmics – Sweet Dreams played the place went crazy. I’m sure you know the feeling when you’re at the climax of a set and everyone in the club is on the same wavelength the music sends goose pimples down your body. You know that some time it will end but want the special moment to go on forever. When I arrived home a week ago last Sunday all I could think about was Space, and I’m sure it’s going to be the same again this Sunday. Its gut wrenching knowing other people are having an unbelievable time at Space whilst you’re stuck in good old Blighty. I sooooo want to go to the Closing, its untrue, I just hope my mates can be persuaded (but it’s pretty doubtful as they have said no already!!!!) Nostrum, CRV, anyone fancy hooking up and going to the closing??
As expected the club was packed out but managed to find enough space to shake my booty. At one stage there was no way through so decided to jump over the barrier from the terrace …… bad idea! No sooner had I landed, a great ogre of a man steams over to me, and I’m thinking oh f*ck its bed time for me. The security guard proceeds to start shouting “your out, your out” pointing to the exit, but somehow I managed to turn him around when I played the language barrier card, claiming I didn’t understand German, Spanish or English (mind you I was genuinely having trouble considering the state I was in) so I think he gave up, before turning away shaking his head ….. Phew!!! Anyway back to Space, all pumped and ready for more I bowled straight into the discoteca only to hear Grandmaster Flash banging out Jennifer Lopez!!!! Now, I am sure on another night it would be fun dancing to J Lo and 50 cent but not on a night like that. I know people are trying to offer more at clubs but this is the Space Discoteca we’re talking about!!!!
Fortunately, Grady, Maycock, Williams and myself found the little red room at the top of the stairs to bust some moves to funky beats. When Morillo and Lawler finally came I wasn’t in the right mood and although I had a good time I should really have gone home at 0200 and set myself up for DC10, which I missed as I arrived home completely f*cked at 0700 the next morning. I would have been happy to miss the second half of space, but never mind, I have something to look forward to for next year…. DC10 I’m after you baby!!!!
Grady Interjects:
f*** off Scotty the inside set was unbelievable. Lawler Vs.Morillo. Same tunes, just deeper, darker, dirtier and any other synonyms beginning with D!!!!!!!!!! What more do you want???????? Easily the best night of the trip!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Mon 19th Jul – West side is z best, aaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
Bodies had taken a lot of caning especially those of the guys who had been there a week already. So complete rest is what was required. Its times like these where you feel like you should be dead when a villa is the best option by far. The only sounds you hear are those of a chill out CD in the background and the crickets buzzing around you. The thought of a townie twat f*cking around the pool waiting for his egg and chips is not what I need right now. Come the evening a few guys had decided to venture off to see Sven Vath. Having seen him the week before I decided it was time to just say NO.
Grady Interjects:
Yes we went off to see Sven Vath. Shame the F*cker didn’t show up! Opting instead to send some techno geek (Alex Kowalski) to play a live set. Would have been disappointed if the dude wasn’t AN ABSOLUTE LEGEND! To quote E-Bot (from Leeds) “This is proper f*ckin clubbin……No messin about!”
I therefore found myself in San An completely pissed up, unable to stand only having visited 2 bars!!!!!! Now normally I hate the twats who walk through San An all pissed up, vomiting everywhere but I am a nice guy, honest, and not a beer swilling monkey, even if I do play rugby!!! I blame it on the Spanish shot measures.
Tues 20th Jul – You feeling lucky??
More of the same chilling out around the villa pool as yesterday. Some friends of mine are working over in San An this summer as Club 18-30 reps (HOW COULD THEY!!!!) So a few came over and chilled. It was also my opportunity to lay some groundwork with a certain young filly, who had caught my eye. As it was my mates day off we decided to hit San An. Unlike last night I kept my head on believing it was going to be my lucky night. Time went on and she finally turned up. Did the usual greeting and all that but she was with 2 other fellas!!! Every attempt to engage her in some light banter was wasted as she was playing it cool. I think she maybe thought she was too cool for school, who knows but at least in my sober state I was able to drive the boys home instead of forking out a 30euro taxi back to the villa. Grady however was left behind to go home with a 3 out of ten he picked up at the bar in Cheers. In his defence he was panicking slightly considering he hadn’t had so much of a sniff of a frenchie since arriving on Friday! His body did save him though as he passed out immediately as his head hit the pillow in the fortunate young ladies room! She was not pleased!
Wed 21st Jul – At last I’ve reached the safety zone!!!
As usual the morning was spent chilling round the pool, before venturing off to Cala Tarida for some a bit of “Sports club” on the beach. Everything you’d expect from a sandy beach, which did the job of providing a suitable area to sleep. There was talk of Subliminal for the new arrivals, but as I had treated myself to the delights of Morillo the previous week a night of Chris Leibing and Mauro Piccoto was calling at Privilege for (the terribly named) Meganite. Unfortunately this never happened and what was originally going to be a quick drive to San An to see my mate, turned into a full on knees up. Jugs of Red Bull were consumed by the dozen, In our intoxicated states we decided to try our hand at PR-ing. Not for a bar, mind, we were offering something much better! We were selling 2 frenchies for 1 euro. What a deal I hear you say, well it must have worked as Grady and I walked away that night feeling very chuffed with ourselves as we finally achieved the safety zone!
Thurs 22nd Jul – Back to the real Ibiza……
Today was time for some Ibiza touring in the North in search of Beniras, which we found after a few wrong turns, which only added to the fun and games…. WOW ….. what a beach I loved it. My only complaints about it were the pebbles and the awful paella we had from one of the restaurant there. The paella was all dry with no meat and was made up of just rice, rice and more rice. The best I ever had was in PDB last year but I can’t remember the name of the restaurant. I am also a sandy beach man at heart, but still it was an awesome view. After dropping one of the boys at Ibiza port for his trip across to Majorca our attentions turned to setting ourselves up for the big night ahead …………
CREAM!!!! On arriving the queues looked a bit manic but with people leaving the club at 03:00 when we arrived there was a sense of relief that it may be change over time .... Out with the beer boys who arrived at 11:00 as they are too tired and in with the clubbing faithful.
What a shit atmosphere! There was a young kid playing some breaks in the second room and he was genuinely good, just a shame no one was really dancing but I was impressed. However, what followed can only be described as cringe worthy!!!! The guy was AWFUL! he couldn’t mix for love nor money, and had no idea about creating a structure. It was embarrassing!!!! The night was taking a serious diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiive. The beer boys were out in force looking like twats (118118 costumes!!!!) and full of 69 Ibiza Boys 2004 holiday t-shirts. Even the main room had no atmosphere and I didn’t think much of Tiesto. (I’m sure he’s Numero Uno for a reason but he didn’t rock my boat that night.)
We had been there for 1.5 hours and already there was talk of going home. Grady was ready to throw his drink over the next England football shirt clad goon that walked past when all of a sudden the god of clubbing took pity on us…….. The Chards cousin used to deal with the Cream VIP in Ibiza for a couple of years so went and had a word. Next thing I see is him larging it up in the VIP. Not to be out done I sneaked on in myself. Slowly the group assembled in the VIP and the party really kicked off. Jo Mills came on. Played the right tunes at the right time. The Wesmantor declared his love for us all when “so much love to give” came on and the remaining nine were locked in a group hug that would put the England rugby team to shame! It was a special night.
We also hooked up with 2 really nice American girls and had a wicked time. The VIP was great as you had best of both rooms. You could look down on Paul Van Dyk in the main room and lose yourself in the atmosphere before crossing over for some funky action. I also got chatting to DJ Gregory from Germany. The guys a legend! He’s also a veeeeeeeery big man. How he reaches the decks I’ll never know. Nicest guy you could meet. So in the end all was rosey. We all heard the last 30mins of PVD set down on the dance floor where I bumped into my old chum Nostrum (still dancing!!!) The last tune he played at the end of the night was awesome ……….. Alter Ego – Rocker. I’d have to say it was the tune of the night, (Although Wes will probably say it was “So Much Love to Give”.)
Still wired from the climax, we decide to try and carry our evening on in the ultimate fashion by heading for Lucifer’s. Little did we realise that none of us had any money. Not to compromise the party by this small issue we figured the best bet was the casino……… It’s all or nothing!!!! Unfortunately for us it was shut!!!! Well there goes our carry on so ended up drinking a few beers on PDB beach and chilling before heading back to the villa for the massive tidy up….
Fri 23rd – Whistle while you work “der der der der der der derrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr…..”
Now as you may remember from earlier we had an unbelievable chill out area complete with really comfy, bouncy, cosy cushions which unfortunately for us were WHITE!!!! Now it really didn’t help that our water tank was empty the gas had run out and there was no electricity. What the hell were we supposed to do??!!!!!! Laundrette of course! And as if by magic back they came whiter than snow. Phew!!!
The rest of the house was a doddle…… but sorted…… in the end. We decided a night at Café Mambo was the perfect remedy for our comedowns/hangovers so off we went via PDB to pick up the American Chicks we had met the previous evening. We arrived late but hey we had seen all the sunsets from our villa so what was another. It was a great atmosphere down at the sunset bars, a broad mix of local’s and tourists both young and old. It was such a great atmosphere that my friend and I, pus the 2 American chicks decided it was onwards and upwards to Pacha. Purchasing our tickets and getting in easily the 2 chicks decided they were going to try and get into Pacha on the guest list. Now these chicks were up their own arses big style (with a little help from our white friend Charles Kennedy). They weren’t budging so we ditched them.
Although the atmosphere was ok it wasn’t anything special. But I still made sure I had an awesome time. The climax of the night came when God Put a Smile came on. It was just what the doctor ordered. So all in all it was a good night even if all my mates weren’t there. But nothing prepared us for what was around the corner. Finally arriving home at 08:30 we were greeted by a villa of chaos. The water and electricity had only just been put on so we were in a mad rush to clean the place before 10:00. There was no way I was losing my deposit. It was hard work doing all the washing up in a less than sober (F*CKED UP) state. But after battling with 20 dishes, a huge comedown and wet rag all was done and we were outta there complete with the full deposit in our hand. Completely dead I flaked out on our way to Cala Vincente in the North.
It was just what I needed. An awesome looking beach and not overcrowded at all. We also rein acted Top Gun on the Volleyball court with a cameo from Flipper in the form of some snorkelling…… Oh I do love to be beside the seaside.
Now whilst packing in morning I came across 14 friends sat in my pockets, in the cars and in my bags which clearly I was not going to take home with me on the plane. My friends along with Charles Kennedy were dealt with that evening at Mambo and passed onto some excited young holiday makers who were keen to “Have it” and “Live it up Large” in Ibiza. The sunset was nothing special but still a pleasant last evening together. The airport was calling and off we went. Finding I had some euros to spend, I treated myself to the following CD’s from Duty Free….
Carl Cox – Intec Recordings (Can’t remember full name)
Space Ibiza 2004
DC10 – Circolo Monday Morning Sessions
Subliminal Sessions Vol7 – Harry Choo Choo Romero
A good selection I believe.
Then off we flew into the night with thoughts turned to returning next year and looking back on the fond memories we had.
Regrets
Not going to…
Carl Cox Opening
DC10 on the Monday.
Best Nights…
Erick Morillo & Seb Fontaine – Subliminal
Cream
Space - Terrace
Mon 12th July – Gatwick Airport
Ironically it’s hot. Im a little bit nervous. I’ve been building up to this for so long now, the fear is kicking in. Will it meet expectations? Will we get to do everything we planned? Will everyone get on? Will the barman please turn off that shite Usher song!!!!!!! Zipping around the airport on my trolley in search of the lads, I see them. “WAHEY” I scream at the top of my lungs to a small group of twenty something’s. It’s not them! I regain the situation by pretending Im shouting at someone completely different and get the hell out of there. Finally I find them:
Squad:
Scottie (dog) – Me. Graduate Trainee. Clubbing enthusiast. The funkier the better.
Dan aka Dingo – Trader. City boy. Ginger. Likes it deep and dirty. Rated his first clubbing experience last year at Cocoon as “better than sex”.
Williams – Chartered Surveyor. Legend. Aussie. Couldn’t care less what the music’s like. Beware of post club spending sessions. He once spent 45 minutes and £46 on Cadburys cream eggs and crap dance compilations in the Shell garage opposite our house after a particularly heavy night at the Cross.
Mal – Traveller. Only met him at the airport but he turned out to be another splendid Aussie character. Ranked number 80 in the world triathlon rankings. (Sorry just had to drop that in)
With the biggest grin on my face, I rush to get my bags checked in and officially get my holiday up and running and be sent on my way. The whole of the plane is full of excitement. Drinks are flowing a little too easily and quickly (but still wary that our car had to be picked up when we landed).
Tues 13th July – And so it begins….
On landing at 01:10 we run around like mad men eager to stick to our plan of picking up luggage, the car, tickets for Cocoon and other party accessories, then on to see his royal highness (Sven Vath). “OH MY GOD………….” I have been in Ibiza for 10mins and already I have lost my phone and camera!!!! I definitely had them when I walked off the plane, but now they have disappeared. It’s all about priorities, so I concentrate on organising the tickets. (If anyone came across a Canon Sureshot 70 Camera or Black Nokia 6210 in the Hiper Rental Car Car-Park in the early hours of 13th July please pm me!!!!)
Flying to San An we pick up our bits and pieces and head to Amnesia for some Vath and Hawtin action. The place isn’t packed but enough for a good atmosphere. A couple of hours in, we start to find that “special place” and the beat takes over. The tunes are banging, the acts and dancers are amazing. I meet some fellow from Austria, who instantly becomes my new best mate, and get invited to carry on the party with Sven et al down at bora-bora (the not so hard to find secret after party). Following a couple of hours of chilling at Playa D’en Bossa to the delightful sounds of Hawtin we decide to head to the Hostal La Marina (Ibiza Town) for our 1st weeks accommodation. We have an apartment right in the middle of all the stalls and old cobbled streets. Even during the day it is buzzing. Time to bed down and catch some shut eye……………….
So what’s it gonna be tonight?........... The casino of course!!!! Off we rock, cash in hand and lucky charms hanging off us. Williams and Dingo fancy themselves as professional gamblers and take the whole affair very seriously. The place is pretty low key to be honest. Never really been to a casino before but it was all very quiet and a bit too passive for me. Still didn’t stop me playing a bit of roulette. Doubled my money, lost it, then came out even so can’t complain. Williams’ bets are getting increasingly large and Im thinking we may have a problem on our hands.
Wed 14th July – Happy Birthday Seb……….
You just gotta love Ibiza Town. It’s not only brilliant at night but superb just for hanging out and chilling. Which is what I did. Also made it across to PDB and found a Foam Party taking place @ Bora-Bora If you can imagine how a dog reacts when it sees a lake or river, it just dives in, well that was me as soon as I saw the foam, such good fun. You just can’t beat it!!! Bora-Bora is AWESOME!!!!!! Best party on the island including the clubs!!!!
Anyway back to the action, we set ourselves up for Pacha and Subliminal. With tarting ourselves up accordingly and heading on our merry way, via the airport to pick up an addition to the squad:
Chard - Recruitment Consultant. Ibiza veteran. Coming out for his 26th week in the party capital.
and the casino. Oooops, I lost 100 euros. Never mind I’m on holiday, I’m here to spend money, its what you do, right? As soon as we walked into Pacha, the place was buzzing. Not wanting to burn ourselves out too early we decided to soak up the atmosphere on the terrace and grab a few drinks. Hearing the tunes pumping out from the main room I was hypnotised by Fontaine. Tune after tune rolled out, god I love this guy!!!! He also had the best birthday present in the world too……. The whole of Pacha singing Happy Birthday to him…… Love it!
Morillo was his usual charismatic self with an awesome array of new tunes and a concoction of some of the best from days gone by. I can still hear them in my head………. “Spin Spin sugar”…….. Oh yeah!!!! This turned out to be one of the best nights of my holiday!
Thurs 15th July – What’s it gonna be??? … Take it easy???
Feeling a little pasty and less than chirpy from the previous night, a day of complete rest and chill out was in order. Finally, waking from the dead, we all decide to head out and chill. Fancying a boat trip I try and rally the troops on a boat ride to PBD from Ibiza Town. Getting a negative reaction and comments such as “I just want to get a beer” I finally compromise by buying them all a can of beer which they can bring with them.
Whilst on this boat trip a naked person was spotted in the distance. Being your usual 20 something perverts out came the camera to snap away. After closer investigation on the digital camera screen we realised it was a bloke with a very large nob about to pitch a tent!!!!
Walking along PDB beach past Figeratus the sound of Bora-Bora imposes itself. Suddenly we are “back in the game”. What was originally going to be our night off turned into what can only be described as a night of intoxication and debauchery. (Well not for all of us, I only met the first criteria, but I am here for the music after all…… lame I know!!!) I met a crazy chick walking around with rotten teeth (fake) and a bottle on her head. She turned out to be a top girl………crazy, but top. (She actually went off with my mate, but it was my fault for making dancing my priority) Anyway, the night took its course and a good time was had by all (except Williams who lost his phone….. bummer. At least I’m not the only one now, but as long as he doesn’t lose the camera as that has all our adventures on it, its ok) The music was amazing the atmosphere was unreal and the whole squad had a wicked time. Even though it was only about 02:00 when we left, we were a little tired and needed to save ourselves for when the rest of the guys arrived tomorrow night.
Fri 16th July – Boys are back in town!!!!
Tonight was the start of even more carnage as the whole of the squad would be assembling for the second week. Slept pretty much all day (again) and thought we might kick off the evening’s party with some afternoon SPACE action. I was informed it went on until 21:00. This was a total lie!!!!!!!! And with 2 little friends starting to take effect (the only one who had decided to get on it early) I arrived to find it was closed. Oooops. It’s off to Bora-Bora I guess. Bathing in the sun, foot tapping to the beats of DJ Gee and Andy Daniel I get into the swing of things. The usual fun and games was had but some of us still were drained from the week’s activities so I bedded down with the dingo and Mal before the guys arrived:
Grady – Graduate Trainee. For someone who is particular about the DJ’s he listens too he doesn’t spend much time listening to them!
Scuba Steve – Builder/Rugby Player. Crazy Canadian who has Jackass stunt tendencies
Wesmanator500 – Maintenance Engineer/Rugby Player. Another Canadian. Loves, motorbikes doing wheelies (private joke).
E-Bot – Social Worker. The guy never stops smiling. Some of you may remember him from my homelands pictures as the one in the red t-shirt with bull on the front.
Beau – IT Support Manager. Deeply devious man. Liability!
Maycock – Never leave him in a bathroom by himself as he has a habit of ripping sinks off the wall as was the case in our villa last year. Claims it was a freak of nature… yeah right.
(We’re a very mature bunch of 23 – 28 year olds as you can see!!!)
With energy levels restored and minds set for Defected @ El Divino, the boys arrived and we skipped on over for some funky action from Sandy Rivera and Ibiza Spotlights Golden Boy Andy Daniell. This was just the night I had been looking for. The music was great, all my mates had arrived and the 11 member strong squad was now complete. The only thing which put me off the whole night was the ostentatious girls and boys hanging out on the terrace. Anyone would think that someone had died. Groups would be sat round not saying a word just sticking their old hooters in the air not wanting to look as though they were letting their hair down too much as it might make a crease in their top. This, however did not effect my night for long as I was here for myself and the rest of the boys.
The funky melodies kept on being sung out and the whole night reached a climax when we were dancing whilst you could see the sun rising in the distance. We also met a couple of crazy Geordie chicks who were a barrel of laughs. Sorry I can’t remember your names if you’re reading this but what fun was had by all.
Sat 17th July – The humble abode
As with last year we decided to rent a villa and OMG was it unbelievable. Looking out onto/over Cala Vadella and Cala Moli, the sunsets were breathtaking. It had everything you could ask for and more…. Pool, sun terrace, 4 post beds and best of all a chill out cushioned area looking out onto the sunsets. The 2 km dirt track running up to the villa even gave Colin Macrae wannabe’s the chance to take the rental cars for a real spin. Obviously chilling and sunning ourselves was the order of the day. Some friends staying on the island came over and a few drinks were consumed, with the exception of me as I had to drive my mate (Dingo) to the airport that same night and I wanted to save myself for the big the next day………
Sun 18th July – The one we’ve all been waiting for!!!!!!
Today was special! it was the one the whole group had been looking forward to. It was the epic clubbing marathon known as WLS @ Space. What a line-up …… Erick Morillo, Steve Lawler, Who Da Funk and the rest of the Space cadets. The morning was spent hydrating and loading ourselves with carbohydrates before we let rip in Space. Before setting off in the 2 cars there was almighty shotgun from one and all over which CD’s were going in which car to get us in the mood. The tune for the journey for my squad ended up being …. “Shiny Disco Balls – Who Da Funk” and “OT Quartet - How’s your evening so far.” It sends goose pimples through me when I hear it now. We arrive @ 15:00, sun blazing and music thumping out of the terrace. The atmosphere is unbelievable and it’s not even full!!!! Grab some drinks, have a little boogie, check out the discoteca which is like a ghost town (how awful for the DJ, poor fellow!!!!) Obviously I tried helping him out on the dance floor but I don’t think 1 guy by himself made much difference (probably made it look worse in fact). The rest of the guys had decided they were going to spend 20 mins playing X-Box games which obviously meant a bout of Bora-Bora was in order to get us going.
The party was jumping as expected. Grabbed some food and about 12 jugs of Sangria and simply drifted into a night that none of us will ever forget. I bumped into Nostrum who is a really nice bloke. He should change his Forum nickname to Duracell Bunny; the guy just didn’t stop dancing!!!! I also met another peep from the forum called CRV from Australia. He too was top fella. Sorry I missed you at the end of the terrace but hope you had a brilliant day / night. It would have been good to go out for a few drinks during the week, but never mind maybe next time…. I also met a gorgeous young lady who originates from South Africa and have lined up a hot date. Can’t remember what she looks like but its all going to be fun and games!!!
Time flew by and the tunes were unbelievable, they just kept on coming. My top 5 for the terrace were (in no particular order) ……..
1. Eurythmics – Sweet Dreams
2. Spektrum – Kinda New (Tieschwarz Mix)
3. Max Linen - Flashback
4. Thomas Bangaltar & DJ Falcon - Calling Me
5. Praise Cats – Shined on me (Skylark Mix)
When Eurythmics – Sweet Dreams played the place went crazy. I’m sure you know the feeling when you’re at the climax of a set and everyone in the club is on the same wavelength the music sends goose pimples down your body. You know that some time it will end but want the special moment to go on forever. When I arrived home a week ago last Sunday all I could think about was Space, and I’m sure it’s going to be the same again this Sunday. Its gut wrenching knowing other people are having an unbelievable time at Space whilst you’re stuck in good old Blighty. I sooooo want to go to the Closing, its untrue, I just hope my mates can be persuaded (but it’s pretty doubtful as they have said no already!!!!) Nostrum, CRV, anyone fancy hooking up and going to the closing??
As expected the club was packed out but managed to find enough space to shake my booty. At one stage there was no way through so decided to jump over the barrier from the terrace …… bad idea! No sooner had I landed, a great ogre of a man steams over to me, and I’m thinking oh f*ck its bed time for me. The security guard proceeds to start shouting “your out, your out” pointing to the exit, but somehow I managed to turn him around when I played the language barrier card, claiming I didn’t understand German, Spanish or English (mind you I was genuinely having trouble considering the state I was in) so I think he gave up, before turning away shaking his head ….. Phew!!! Anyway back to Space, all pumped and ready for more I bowled straight into the discoteca only to hear Grandmaster Flash banging out Jennifer Lopez!!!! Now, I am sure on another night it would be fun dancing to J Lo and 50 cent but not on a night like that. I know people are trying to offer more at clubs but this is the Space Discoteca we’re talking about!!!!
Fortunately, Grady, Maycock, Williams and myself found the little red room at the top of the stairs to bust some moves to funky beats. When Morillo and Lawler finally came I wasn’t in the right mood and although I had a good time I should really have gone home at 0200 and set myself up for DC10, which I missed as I arrived home completely f*cked at 0700 the next morning. I would have been happy to miss the second half of space, but never mind, I have something to look forward to for next year…. DC10 I’m after you baby!!!!
Grady Interjects:
f*** off Scotty the inside set was unbelievable. Lawler Vs.Morillo. Same tunes, just deeper, darker, dirtier and any other synonyms beginning with D!!!!!!!!!! What more do you want???????? Easily the best night of the trip!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Mon 19th Jul – West side is z best, aaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
Bodies had taken a lot of caning especially those of the guys who had been there a week already. So complete rest is what was required. Its times like these where you feel like you should be dead when a villa is the best option by far. The only sounds you hear are those of a chill out CD in the background and the crickets buzzing around you. The thought of a townie twat f*cking around the pool waiting for his egg and chips is not what I need right now. Come the evening a few guys had decided to venture off to see Sven Vath. Having seen him the week before I decided it was time to just say NO.
Grady Interjects:
Yes we went off to see Sven Vath. Shame the F*cker didn’t show up! Opting instead to send some techno geek (Alex Kowalski) to play a live set. Would have been disappointed if the dude wasn’t AN ABSOLUTE LEGEND! To quote E-Bot (from Leeds) “This is proper f*ckin clubbin……No messin about!”
I therefore found myself in San An completely pissed up, unable to stand only having visited 2 bars!!!!!! Now normally I hate the twats who walk through San An all pissed up, vomiting everywhere but I am a nice guy, honest, and not a beer swilling monkey, even if I do play rugby!!! I blame it on the Spanish shot measures.
Tues 20th Jul – You feeling lucky??
More of the same chilling out around the villa pool as yesterday. Some friends of mine are working over in San An this summer as Club 18-30 reps (HOW COULD THEY!!!!) So a few came over and chilled. It was also my opportunity to lay some groundwork with a certain young filly, who had caught my eye. As it was my mates day off we decided to hit San An. Unlike last night I kept my head on believing it was going to be my lucky night. Time went on and she finally turned up. Did the usual greeting and all that but she was with 2 other fellas!!! Every attempt to engage her in some light banter was wasted as she was playing it cool. I think she maybe thought she was too cool for school, who knows but at least in my sober state I was able to drive the boys home instead of forking out a 30euro taxi back to the villa. Grady however was left behind to go home with a 3 out of ten he picked up at the bar in Cheers. In his defence he was panicking slightly considering he hadn’t had so much of a sniff of a frenchie since arriving on Friday! His body did save him though as he passed out immediately as his head hit the pillow in the fortunate young ladies room! She was not pleased!
Wed 21st Jul – At last I’ve reached the safety zone!!!
As usual the morning was spent chilling round the pool, before venturing off to Cala Tarida for some a bit of “Sports club” on the beach. Everything you’d expect from a sandy beach, which did the job of providing a suitable area to sleep. There was talk of Subliminal for the new arrivals, but as I had treated myself to the delights of Morillo the previous week a night of Chris Leibing and Mauro Piccoto was calling at Privilege for (the terribly named) Meganite. Unfortunately this never happened and what was originally going to be a quick drive to San An to see my mate, turned into a full on knees up. Jugs of Red Bull were consumed by the dozen, In our intoxicated states we decided to try our hand at PR-ing. Not for a bar, mind, we were offering something much better! We were selling 2 frenchies for 1 euro. What a deal I hear you say, well it must have worked as Grady and I walked away that night feeling very chuffed with ourselves as we finally achieved the safety zone!
Thurs 22nd Jul – Back to the real Ibiza……
Today was time for some Ibiza touring in the North in search of Beniras, which we found after a few wrong turns, which only added to the fun and games…. WOW ….. what a beach I loved it. My only complaints about it were the pebbles and the awful paella we had from one of the restaurant there. The paella was all dry with no meat and was made up of just rice, rice and more rice. The best I ever had was in PDB last year but I can’t remember the name of the restaurant. I am also a sandy beach man at heart, but still it was an awesome view. After dropping one of the boys at Ibiza port for his trip across to Majorca our attentions turned to setting ourselves up for the big night ahead …………
CREAM!!!! On arriving the queues looked a bit manic but with people leaving the club at 03:00 when we arrived there was a sense of relief that it may be change over time .... Out with the beer boys who arrived at 11:00 as they are too tired and in with the clubbing faithful.
What a shit atmosphere! There was a young kid playing some breaks in the second room and he was genuinely good, just a shame no one was really dancing but I was impressed. However, what followed can only be described as cringe worthy!!!! The guy was AWFUL! he couldn’t mix for love nor money, and had no idea about creating a structure. It was embarrassing!!!! The night was taking a serious diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiive. The beer boys were out in force looking like twats (118118 costumes!!!!) and full of 69 Ibiza Boys 2004 holiday t-shirts. Even the main room had no atmosphere and I didn’t think much of Tiesto. (I’m sure he’s Numero Uno for a reason but he didn’t rock my boat that night.)
We had been there for 1.5 hours and already there was talk of going home. Grady was ready to throw his drink over the next England football shirt clad goon that walked past when all of a sudden the god of clubbing took pity on us…….. The Chards cousin used to deal with the Cream VIP in Ibiza for a couple of years so went and had a word. Next thing I see is him larging it up in the VIP. Not to be out done I sneaked on in myself. Slowly the group assembled in the VIP and the party really kicked off. Jo Mills came on. Played the right tunes at the right time. The Wesmantor declared his love for us all when “so much love to give” came on and the remaining nine were locked in a group hug that would put the England rugby team to shame! It was a special night.
We also hooked up with 2 really nice American girls and had a wicked time. The VIP was great as you had best of both rooms. You could look down on Paul Van Dyk in the main room and lose yourself in the atmosphere before crossing over for some funky action. I also got chatting to DJ Gregory from Germany. The guys a legend! He’s also a veeeeeeeery big man. How he reaches the decks I’ll never know. Nicest guy you could meet. So in the end all was rosey. We all heard the last 30mins of PVD set down on the dance floor where I bumped into my old chum Nostrum (still dancing!!!) The last tune he played at the end of the night was awesome ……….. Alter Ego – Rocker. I’d have to say it was the tune of the night, (Although Wes will probably say it was “So Much Love to Give”.)
Still wired from the climax, we decide to try and carry our evening on in the ultimate fashion by heading for Lucifer’s. Little did we realise that none of us had any money. Not to compromise the party by this small issue we figured the best bet was the casino……… It’s all or nothing!!!! Unfortunately for us it was shut!!!! Well there goes our carry on so ended up drinking a few beers on PDB beach and chilling before heading back to the villa for the massive tidy up….
Fri 23rd – Whistle while you work “der der der der der der derrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr…..”
Now as you may remember from earlier we had an unbelievable chill out area complete with really comfy, bouncy, cosy cushions which unfortunately for us were WHITE!!!! Now it really didn’t help that our water tank was empty the gas had run out and there was no electricity. What the hell were we supposed to do??!!!!!! Laundrette of course! And as if by magic back they came whiter than snow. Phew!!!
The rest of the house was a doddle…… but sorted…… in the end. We decided a night at Café Mambo was the perfect remedy for our comedowns/hangovers so off we went via PDB to pick up the American Chicks we had met the previous evening. We arrived late but hey we had seen all the sunsets from our villa so what was another. It was a great atmosphere down at the sunset bars, a broad mix of local’s and tourists both young and old. It was such a great atmosphere that my friend and I, pus the 2 American chicks decided it was onwards and upwards to Pacha. Purchasing our tickets and getting in easily the 2 chicks decided they were going to try and get into Pacha on the guest list. Now these chicks were up their own arses big style (with a little help from our white friend Charles Kennedy). They weren’t budging so we ditched them.
Although the atmosphere was ok it wasn’t anything special. But I still made sure I had an awesome time. The climax of the night came when God Put a Smile came on. It was just what the doctor ordered. So all in all it was a good night even if all my mates weren’t there. But nothing prepared us for what was around the corner. Finally arriving home at 08:30 we were greeted by a villa of chaos. The water and electricity had only just been put on so we were in a mad rush to clean the place before 10:00. There was no way I was losing my deposit. It was hard work doing all the washing up in a less than sober (F*CKED UP) state. But after battling with 20 dishes, a huge comedown and wet rag all was done and we were outta there complete with the full deposit in our hand. Completely dead I flaked out on our way to Cala Vincente in the North.
It was just what I needed. An awesome looking beach and not overcrowded at all. We also rein acted Top Gun on the Volleyball court with a cameo from Flipper in the form of some snorkelling…… Oh I do love to be beside the seaside.
Now whilst packing in morning I came across 14 friends sat in my pockets, in the cars and in my bags which clearly I was not going to take home with me on the plane. My friends along with Charles Kennedy were dealt with that evening at Mambo and passed onto some excited young holiday makers who were keen to “Have it” and “Live it up Large” in Ibiza. The sunset was nothing special but still a pleasant last evening together. The airport was calling and off we went. Finding I had some euros to spend, I treated myself to the following CD’s from Duty Free….
Carl Cox – Intec Recordings (Can’t remember full name)
Space Ibiza 2004
DC10 – Circolo Monday Morning Sessions
Subliminal Sessions Vol7 – Harry Choo Choo Romero
A good selection I believe.
Then off we flew into the night with thoughts turned to returning next year and looking back on the fond memories we had.
Regrets
Not going to…
Carl Cox Opening
DC10 on the Monday.
Best Nights…
Erick Morillo & Seb Fontaine – Subliminal
Cream
Space - Terrace
