kimajy
Well-Known Member
What a load of bollocks.
Sometimes the truth is stranger than fiction, my son !
What a load of bollocks.
Not mashed, but I've just given the card a spanking and booked back to Ibiza for 4 nights in August, just a day after arriving home.
I did 2 weeks in Ibiza spanking my card and thinking i "would worry about it when i got home" I didn't keep any reciepts, barely remember withdrawing most of the money and when i ran out of cash i just used my card for rounds. I was mashed and pissed almost non stop for the whole time and in the days of carry ons you could pretty much go for 3 days with only a couple of hours sleep on a sunlounger somewhere. The credit card bill was over 5 grand and that was when you could almost get 2 Euros to the pound
And did you work out the unwritten credit card in Ibiza rules without the aid of a debt counsellor, Trance Express ?
I've read this over and over again and I still don't know what it means.
Chinny reckon to some of the posts in this thread.
I woke up on a nightbus on the moon and NASA asked me if wanted to an astronaut because I'm the first person to be able to breathe unaided up there, but I said no, I'm making sh1tloads in the drainage industry!
Chinny reckon to some of the posts in this thread.
I woke up on a nightbus on the moon and NASA asked me if wanted to an astronaut because I'm the first person to be able to breathe unaided up there, but I said no, I'm making sh1tloads in the drainage industry!
In my mind I saw the card and money ready to be taken and continue into the night but the telebanco had eaten my card and my money...
The worst case of credit card vs telebanco I've seen in Ibiza was two italian guys in the middle of the day trying to take out cash at a telebanco somewhere in Figueretes
So do as the op says and leave your cards at home!
OK – here's a personal one from my own 'yesteryear' of hard lessons in life ….
After getting very mashed at a house party over a couple of days, woke up on board a flight in First Class and didn't have a clue where it was going or how I got there (things were different then – more tolerant than now !!). Had to ask the cabin crew where we were headed for ….
Turned out it was a flight from London to New York (?!!!) in March (@#&*#).. .. found out later I had apparently rung up and paid for it over the phone with a credit card and insisted the party host explain to the “free†limo driver how to get there to pick me up.. had no idea whereabouts the party I was at actually was….
I'd also apparently insisted on a smoking seat (those were the days eh ?!) and thrown a Naomi Campbell tantrum on the phone :x when I was told they were all already allocated.. had agreed to travel only on the strict proviso that they found me somewhere to smoke …
On arriving at the other end I had nothing with me except my passport and wallet, and was wearing a rather large (female) friend's leather jacket which was 3 sizes too big for me
.. nothing for it but to stay awhile and "sort my life out" before coming home and facing the music ..
waiting for part # 3.....After a McEnroe moment at the airport cocktail bar, and being told the nearest place I'd get served was Canada, I took the throw-away literally and bought a round-trip ticket to Montreal to get my whistle wet.. arrived with no hotel room and went straight to Le Chateau du Sexe (Rue St Catherine-Ouest I think) thinking I'd spend the night there instead. Things didn't go quite according to plan ..
waiting for part # 3.....
im very much as above...bar the textingCould be age, could be my inherent miserly tendencies, but I've never had a major episode with my debit or credit cards no matter how wasted I've been.
I still think it's the best way to travel. Never carry more cash than I need to (although I do tend to pay cash in nightclubs)
No text messages are another matter entirely....