fatphilb
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After a grueling last day at work 
lol and a few pints at the meet up point, I started off the holiday as most people do with a few drinks at the airport. Except it was my birthday, and despite best intentions, this was never going to be a quiet flight. I don't actually remember going through Ibiza airport, although I do remember that familiar feeling on arrival of bllaaaaaaaaah blaaaaaaaaaaaah blaaaaaaaaaaaah (see most other reviews for this breakdown).
Anyway, after a confusing hour of taxis, check in etc. i headed out with pals Natalie and Russell to grab a carryout and some rizla. After aquiring our supplies we headed back to the hotel, only to be stopped at the bora bora bus stop by a guy who shouted "Are you fae Scotland?" followed by "IS YOUR NAME PHIL??!" Turns out Id met this random dude Ed at a Jimpster night in Edinburgh in the summer (which id stumbled into by sheer accident in a drunken mess randomly one night in the Capital). Ed and his wife were persuaded back to our room for drinks, and some of those purple, orange, green assorted legal supplements. I dont remember much of the next 24 hours.
So Sunday arrived, with the worst hangover I've ever experienced. Managed to blag that elusive guestlist for We Love through a mate of a mate (thanks again to those concerned if you read this). I hung back a bit later as I wanted to see the night out till close and I was mainly interested in seeing Andy Cato out the whole lot. ANDY CATO ****ing ROCKED. Seriously. I was expecting quite a deep housey set, but this was perfect for the Terrace, probably my most favouritest set I've yet to see in Space. Legs a bit jellified I retired to the Premier Etage with cohort Debbie, and we proceeded to roll about on comfy chairs talking to a lovely couple from Leeds called Craig and Nina for the best part of the next 4 hours (with a brief break in the red box hosted by Chew The Fat who were sh!t hot. Oh and I met Nitefly.
Monday morning came about and I was right in the mood for DC10. Id broken out of my post Space dodginess and was feeling well fresh. I should have gone and got sorted and gone there and then, but i made the mistake of waiting for others. And then made arrangements which meant i had to wait on the others eventually (not going into this on here).
The result, we never made it till just before 9pm, and due to other circumstances I ended up leaving a little short of an hour later, a bit paranoid and throughly disappointed in myself. Lesson learnt, if your good to go and others aren't, just ****ing go. I'll be gutted if they rip it down now. 4 years running, its either been closed down, or ive been to wasted, or ****ed it by going too late. Those who stayed said it was ace inside, and i wish i hadnt cut my nose off to spite my face and just stayed, but I didnt. Urgh. Didnt have enough money for Cocoon, but Im glad I didnt bothed cause if DC10 was busy Amnesia sounded even worse.
Tuesday was Tenaglia day, and after last years WLS closing I was pinning a lot on this night. I tried to get myself back in the game by getting properly ****ed. Only nothing much really happened, I just felt really dehydrated and lacking money made for an uncomfortable evening. I was tired, grumpy and quite happy to bounce about planked on my stool in the bar between the entrance and the terrace dancefloor. The first guy on the terrace played some great tunes, please someone tell me this was Elio Riso and not FLG or i may have to eat my words. Tenaglia came on and played some chunky music which went down well, but I was a bit dismayed just as i was starting to get into the mood when he went off again, then we got launched out of the bar area for it to be closed off so Digweed and FLG looked busier. Cue total confusion and being forcefed either FLG or Digweed. Mates enjoyed Diggers, I thought it was well dull. Ended up sitting in the entrance bit huddled round a table until just after 3 when everyone decided to **** off. With no premier etage to roll about on, no money and no mojo (and not much drink left at the flat) i reluctantly left. Pretty much another night of non-clubbing. Had a quick blast on a laughing ciggy back home and did the freak - was pacing up and down pal's hotel room for 6 hours sweating every drop out of me genuinely convinced I was going to die despite knowing that I wouldn't (same thing happened last September). So pretty much a ****ty night for the books.
Wednesday, was a bit of a recovery day after all that. One of our mates had bailed in the morning (which is always ****e) so Went over to San An and watched the sunset from Coastline. Much needed quiet evening followed by a greasy chinese for dinner. Sat up and drank paintstripper vodka all night.
Thursday was a very good day. We were lounging about down the beach for most of it, smokin doobs in the sea all day (great fun if you've never tried it) Made it to Cala D'Hort for sunset with seconds to spare (i had to actually sprint to the far side of the beach to see the sun go down, even more of a feat considering how baked i was). Started to feel like I was enjoying my holiday again, even though half the group were starting to feel ill/broken by this point. Half of us ended up at Monza later, despite winning on the Ibiza Voice sms competition, my name wasnt on the list, but i managed to somehow remember the chick's name who i emailed for confirmation and was waved through without much ado. Thank **** for Monza. Thank **** for Monza in a big club with room to move. Finally had the clubbing night I had pissed away/messed up thus far into the week. The first guy on was ace, though i dont know his name. I didnt really do much dj-worshipping so was reliant on being told who was on by passers by, friends inside etc. Couldn't get into CocoLoco it was so rammed, but Im pretty sure Luciano and Villajobbies were in the main room with Raresh? Music was outstanding anyhow. Met a lot of sound people too, including Spotlight's Stivi. Was well up for goin out when I got back to the apartment, first to Space then Gala Day, but friends were too tired, and i didnt want to go out alone. Managed a decent sleep. Did the usual shopping over in San An having missed sunset by an hour, then had to leave. Half heartedly looked into getting a flight to Dublin direct on Monday to stay for Amnesia and WLS closing, but they dont do flights to Dublin on Mondays, so early Saturday morning I flew back to Glasgow a bit broken and sad, not usual Ibiza blues, more pissed off Id blown half my trip. Shame I got my mojo back so late into the holiday too.
I did have a good time, it wasn't all bad. The best bit for me was the people I went with. Im annoyed at myself for not going out for nice dinners, going to wee beaches etc. Didnt even set foot in Eivissa once! Im glad I know what its like to stay in PDB and in particular at Bossa Mar, but despite being within spitting distance of Bora Bora, i didnt once go down for a dance. Perhaps it was the ****e music they were pumping out all day. I reckon its more to do with the fact in other years I would make an effort to get ready, get a taxi over there etc. Other than that, I felt there was little in PDB other than Space and a couple of bars that really interested me.
You know before you go to Ibiza its gonna be full of posers and muscle marys everywhere, but PDB was intense. Full of fannies. If I go back next year its gonna be off season to do a bit of exploring, or I'll be back on the west coast. Its not that I missed the west end (who would?) but I missed normal folk being about, and i was quite jealous in the time I spent over there this year that I wasnt actually staying there. So much more to do. The good points of the Bossa Mar was that despite making as much noise as we wanted, we were never challenged. We would say to our neighbours, look, if you want us to turn it down just say. The only actual complaints we got all week was that our music wasnt loud enough.
There are other factors which added up to me not enjoying my trip so much. Some folks we met up with always seemed to be arguing with one another. And the mood spilled out into my own group. I've learnt some lessons from this that I'll take forward in years to come.
Another weird thing was recognising so many faces in the crowd. I couldnt put names to faces to be honest, and im not quite confident enough to walk up to a random and ask them if they use Spotlight, but I seemed to recognise faces from photo albums etc. People Im sure Ive seen in other years in IBiza as well, felt like being in a local club at times!
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and then I went to Dublin on Monday for my pal Louise's birthday. She's one of my closest friends so a few days R+R was eagerly anticipated in her new adopted home. Of course, this being my friend's birthday, in Dublin no less, r+r was never going to happen. After a few doobs from her rooftop terrace, we hit the town for some scran. The low lighting at the Port House was perfect for our baked and hungry bellies, and I finally got the tapas I hadnt bothered my arse to get the week prior when I was actually in Spain!! Brilliant food. Moved on to a couple more pubs, umm, from memory I think it was Grogans, umm, cant remember the others, ended up watching an 8strong poker game in the smallest pub in Dublin, at which point my head was melting and i did my utmost best to stay awake. Managed till 4am when the game finally came sort of came to an end. I think they were taking pity on me as my face was grey and I hadnt spoken in 2 hours.
Next morning, woke up had a few more doobies, had a munchy picnic on top of an open top tour bus, then we went guitar shopping. Had a few pints in Kehoes, then round to Gruel for some scran (brilliant food, and i loved the soup kitchen type tables and chairs!) Back out for drinks later, a big pub in town with Warhol type pictures on the window outside, a few other places, then a music pub with a Phil Lynott statue outside. We ended up back at Louise's sat on her roof playing the guitar in the rain, drinkin whisky and smoking more doobs until I pretty much passed out. Went for breakfast in some sw.anky wee place next to her work, then spent the rest of the day on my own wandering around in the pissing wet rain lacking inspiration. By the time I got in, a third night on it was deemed to be a bad idea if i wanted to catch my plane, so we just sat and smoked until it was time for me to go.
All in, a great trip, great to see Louise. Best bits about Dublin, the beer, the pubs, the people, the weed. Bad bits - coulda done with nicer weather, everything seemed quite pricey but minor complaints. really tried hard to stay away from the touristy side of things (despite getting on the tourbus obviously!). But had a great time there, could imagine myself living there actually.
I'll put up some pictures at another point.
lol and a few pints at the meet up point, I started off the holiday as most people do with a few drinks at the airport. Except it was my birthday, and despite best intentions, this was never going to be a quiet flight. I don't actually remember going through Ibiza airport, although I do remember that familiar feeling on arrival of bllaaaaaaaaah blaaaaaaaaaaaah blaaaaaaaaaaaah (see most other reviews for this breakdown).Anyway, after a confusing hour of taxis, check in etc. i headed out with pals Natalie and Russell to grab a carryout and some rizla. After aquiring our supplies we headed back to the hotel, only to be stopped at the bora bora bus stop by a guy who shouted "Are you fae Scotland?" followed by "IS YOUR NAME PHIL??!" Turns out Id met this random dude Ed at a Jimpster night in Edinburgh in the summer (which id stumbled into by sheer accident in a drunken mess randomly one night in the Capital). Ed and his wife were persuaded back to our room for drinks, and some of those purple, orange, green assorted legal supplements. I dont remember much of the next 24 hours.
So Sunday arrived, with the worst hangover I've ever experienced. Managed to blag that elusive guestlist for We Love through a mate of a mate (thanks again to those concerned if you read this). I hung back a bit later as I wanted to see the night out till close and I was mainly interested in seeing Andy Cato out the whole lot. ANDY CATO ****ing ROCKED. Seriously. I was expecting quite a deep housey set, but this was perfect for the Terrace, probably my most favouritest set I've yet to see in Space. Legs a bit jellified I retired to the Premier Etage with cohort Debbie, and we proceeded to roll about on comfy chairs talking to a lovely couple from Leeds called Craig and Nina for the best part of the next 4 hours (with a brief break in the red box hosted by Chew The Fat who were sh!t hot. Oh and I met Nitefly.
Monday morning came about and I was right in the mood for DC10. Id broken out of my post Space dodginess and was feeling well fresh. I should have gone and got sorted and gone there and then, but i made the mistake of waiting for others. And then made arrangements which meant i had to wait on the others eventually (not going into this on here).
The result, we never made it till just before 9pm, and due to other circumstances I ended up leaving a little short of an hour later, a bit paranoid and throughly disappointed in myself. Lesson learnt, if your good to go and others aren't, just ****ing go. I'll be gutted if they rip it down now. 4 years running, its either been closed down, or ive been to wasted, or ****ed it by going too late. Those who stayed said it was ace inside, and i wish i hadnt cut my nose off to spite my face and just stayed, but I didnt. Urgh. Didnt have enough money for Cocoon, but Im glad I didnt bothed cause if DC10 was busy Amnesia sounded even worse.
Tuesday was Tenaglia day, and after last years WLS closing I was pinning a lot on this night. I tried to get myself back in the game by getting properly ****ed. Only nothing much really happened, I just felt really dehydrated and lacking money made for an uncomfortable evening. I was tired, grumpy and quite happy to bounce about planked on my stool in the bar between the entrance and the terrace dancefloor. The first guy on the terrace played some great tunes, please someone tell me this was Elio Riso and not FLG or i may have to eat my words. Tenaglia came on and played some chunky music which went down well, but I was a bit dismayed just as i was starting to get into the mood when he went off again, then we got launched out of the bar area for it to be closed off so Digweed and FLG looked busier. Cue total confusion and being forcefed either FLG or Digweed. Mates enjoyed Diggers, I thought it was well dull. Ended up sitting in the entrance bit huddled round a table until just after 3 when everyone decided to **** off. With no premier etage to roll about on, no money and no mojo (and not much drink left at the flat) i reluctantly left. Pretty much another night of non-clubbing. Had a quick blast on a laughing ciggy back home and did the freak - was pacing up and down pal's hotel room for 6 hours sweating every drop out of me genuinely convinced I was going to die despite knowing that I wouldn't (same thing happened last September). So pretty much a ****ty night for the books.
Wednesday, was a bit of a recovery day after all that. One of our mates had bailed in the morning (which is always ****e) so Went over to San An and watched the sunset from Coastline. Much needed quiet evening followed by a greasy chinese for dinner. Sat up and drank paintstripper vodka all night.
Thursday was a very good day. We were lounging about down the beach for most of it, smokin doobs in the sea all day (great fun if you've never tried it) Made it to Cala D'Hort for sunset with seconds to spare (i had to actually sprint to the far side of the beach to see the sun go down, even more of a feat considering how baked i was). Started to feel like I was enjoying my holiday again, even though half the group were starting to feel ill/broken by this point. Half of us ended up at Monza later, despite winning on the Ibiza Voice sms competition, my name wasnt on the list, but i managed to somehow remember the chick's name who i emailed for confirmation and was waved through without much ado. Thank **** for Monza. Thank **** for Monza in a big club with room to move. Finally had the clubbing night I had pissed away/messed up thus far into the week. The first guy on was ace, though i dont know his name. I didnt really do much dj-worshipping so was reliant on being told who was on by passers by, friends inside etc. Couldn't get into CocoLoco it was so rammed, but Im pretty sure Luciano and Villajobbies were in the main room with Raresh? Music was outstanding anyhow. Met a lot of sound people too, including Spotlight's Stivi. Was well up for goin out when I got back to the apartment, first to Space then Gala Day, but friends were too tired, and i didnt want to go out alone. Managed a decent sleep. Did the usual shopping over in San An having missed sunset by an hour, then had to leave. Half heartedly looked into getting a flight to Dublin direct on Monday to stay for Amnesia and WLS closing, but they dont do flights to Dublin on Mondays, so early Saturday morning I flew back to Glasgow a bit broken and sad, not usual Ibiza blues, more pissed off Id blown half my trip. Shame I got my mojo back so late into the holiday too.
I did have a good time, it wasn't all bad. The best bit for me was the people I went with. Im annoyed at myself for not going out for nice dinners, going to wee beaches etc. Didnt even set foot in Eivissa once! Im glad I know what its like to stay in PDB and in particular at Bossa Mar, but despite being within spitting distance of Bora Bora, i didnt once go down for a dance. Perhaps it was the ****e music they were pumping out all day. I reckon its more to do with the fact in other years I would make an effort to get ready, get a taxi over there etc. Other than that, I felt there was little in PDB other than Space and a couple of bars that really interested me.
You know before you go to Ibiza its gonna be full of posers and muscle marys everywhere, but PDB was intense. Full of fannies. If I go back next year its gonna be off season to do a bit of exploring, or I'll be back on the west coast. Its not that I missed the west end (who would?) but I missed normal folk being about, and i was quite jealous in the time I spent over there this year that I wasnt actually staying there. So much more to do. The good points of the Bossa Mar was that despite making as much noise as we wanted, we were never challenged. We would say to our neighbours, look, if you want us to turn it down just say. The only actual complaints we got all week was that our music wasnt loud enough.
There are other factors which added up to me not enjoying my trip so much. Some folks we met up with always seemed to be arguing with one another. And the mood spilled out into my own group. I've learnt some lessons from this that I'll take forward in years to come.
Another weird thing was recognising so many faces in the crowd. I couldnt put names to faces to be honest, and im not quite confident enough to walk up to a random and ask them if they use Spotlight, but I seemed to recognise faces from photo albums etc. People Im sure Ive seen in other years in IBiza as well, felt like being in a local club at times!
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and then I went to Dublin on Monday for my pal Louise's birthday. She's one of my closest friends so a few days R+R was eagerly anticipated in her new adopted home. Of course, this being my friend's birthday, in Dublin no less, r+r was never going to happen. After a few doobs from her rooftop terrace, we hit the town for some scran. The low lighting at the Port House was perfect for our baked and hungry bellies, and I finally got the tapas I hadnt bothered my arse to get the week prior when I was actually in Spain!! Brilliant food. Moved on to a couple more pubs, umm, from memory I think it was Grogans, umm, cant remember the others, ended up watching an 8strong poker game in the smallest pub in Dublin, at which point my head was melting and i did my utmost best to stay awake. Managed till 4am when the game finally came sort of came to an end. I think they were taking pity on me as my face was grey and I hadnt spoken in 2 hours.
Next morning, woke up had a few more doobies, had a munchy picnic on top of an open top tour bus, then we went guitar shopping. Had a few pints in Kehoes, then round to Gruel for some scran (brilliant food, and i loved the soup kitchen type tables and chairs!) Back out for drinks later, a big pub in town with Warhol type pictures on the window outside, a few other places, then a music pub with a Phil Lynott statue outside. We ended up back at Louise's sat on her roof playing the guitar in the rain, drinkin whisky and smoking more doobs until I pretty much passed out. Went for breakfast in some sw.anky wee place next to her work, then spent the rest of the day on my own wandering around in the pissing wet rain lacking inspiration. By the time I got in, a third night on it was deemed to be a bad idea if i wanted to catch my plane, so we just sat and smoked until it was time for me to go.
All in, a great trip, great to see Louise. Best bits about Dublin, the beer, the pubs, the people, the weed. Bad bits - coulda done with nicer weather, everything seemed quite pricey but minor complaints. really tried hard to stay away from the touristy side of things (despite getting on the tourbus obviously!). But had a great time there, could imagine myself living there actually.
I'll put up some pictures at another point.
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We didnt stay for the sunset though)
