I promised myself I wasn't going to write a never ending review of my Ibiza hols but I'm Cocooned in my blanket completely unable to take to the streets 
...what else is there to do than to rearrange brain cells and process events of the last two (and a bit more) weeks? 
My 6th time on the island was just unbelievable ...there just aren't enough expressive words to do it justice. I never thought I'd enjoy myself quite that much in Ibiza again having got over the initial discovery of the place but it was just one 'eeek' after the next! No matter how many times I come here it's always a new discovery - good places move and music styles change etc. It was a mix of lovely solitary time, mixing with new and old faces along with bonding time with the Pilchard/husband...but ultimately 2006 was definately all about Bora Bora, DC-10 and Sa Trinxa.
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For starters, I'm never flying Sleazyjet again
. My plane was sat on the tar mack for two hours while we waited for our stoopid flight attendant woman to arrive breathless, chirping, "Sorry I'm late everyone, I got lost and couldn't find the plane!" ...meanwhile someone's baby kicked off and the parents plonked 'it' on the two empty seats next to mine and just left it there while they had a chat! I was considering practicing my throwing skills but the wine distributor did the rounds and I was soon happy and in the air. 8)
Lets just say I hit the ground running and plans of a solitary few days on the sand were scuppered as a couple of La Troya casualties, Jiblin (old skool Ibiza companion) and 'the Bear'lol were seconds away from baggage handling looking very evil, popping champagne corks and shoving sweets into my mouth ...and this was before I'd taken my back pack off! So here I am, being driven around an island completely muntered and someone has the bright idea of taking me to Underground. Famous quote the following morning - "Do you think I should get out of my work clothes and check into Playa Sol?"
The whole episode = think hysterical and you still wouldn't be close.
The following few days were a mixture of Bora Bora, Es Cavallet and the wonderful Salinas beach (& DJ Jonathan!!! 8)). It was fantastic setting eyes on these places having been away for so long. I've lost count of the amount of times I've had private teary moments this holiday - just thank God for oversized sunnies. 8)
Oh, and I seem to remember dancing on a table with a glamour model from LA and a really sweet old man of 70 - I kid you not! One of my absolute fave holiday finds!
Sunday soon arrived and I was itching to get down to Space to re-live some old times. I got there nice and early and contrary to most people on this board I thought it was a pile of pants!)) Don't get me wrong, it's still Space, it's still Ibiza and it's still Sunday - which will always be special...but what are they thinking?
The residents (inc Jason Bye) played a carbon copy of the same set both weeks I went - and I mean EXACTLY the same!...One of the most w@nky displays of 'funky house' I've ever beared witness to in my life. I was mortified - but reassured by Jiblin and the Bear that it's to be expected and the inside bit is much better. They've done a nice job of the terrace replica though - it's just missing a mezannine at the back and I kept wanting to face the toilets.
Sooo - after a few hours of 'Martin Solveig - Rocking Music' and other classics from nowthatswhaticallheadkandivolume238 I had to use my passout for bora bora. Luckily when I went back, the terrace was much better and the midnight bit found me in a dribbling, sweaty, smiley mess - a state everyone is familiar with at 'that' time on a Sunday - oh lordy! 8) 8) 8) 8) 8)
Entering the new terrace was an absoute treat - I love the music at Nude and the dancers and production were incredible as per usual. All the Shoreditch trash bags were out in force, Empress Stah, Johnny Woo and Chicken among the freakazoids (who screamed very loudly when he saw a familiar London face nearly falling 'platform boot over tit' from his podium). Jo was wicked and the place was pure filth - musically just what I was looking for after the afternoon of banging gruyere. Not sure about the next dj because I was far too pre-occupied leaping around the place getting up to allsorts with Russ. I think we almost funned ourselves to death that evening as he'll no doubt verify. Can we do it again soon please?
Quote from the evening, "For goodness sake Russ, you're a grown man...pull yourself together!"
Highlight = watching Johnny Woo pole dance upside down in a wedding dress and Dave Beer clamber up onto the lighting truss, dangling above the terrace crowd with his legs flailing, nearly killing himself (and everyone else) in the process.
It was lovely meeting so many familiar faces in one evening and I was left satisfied that Sunday @ Space is still right up there with my fave Ibiza experiences.
The rest is a blur but I'm pleased to say (with the help of Sarah, Tom and the Bear...despite nearly getting arrested en route - yes it's true), I managed to rock up at Circoloco the following day fuelled purely by vodka and absolutely no sleep (I HATE people that turn up to DC-10 looking all fresh - it's cheating and should be prohibited.) DC-10 was simply amazing and every bit as good as it's always been. The music was so inspired - it sounds perfect on that system with all the Eurotrashy society drop outs, fuzzy vision and planes skimming your forehead. DC-10 outdid every other club by a million miles this year. It's a dance place stripped right back to basics - no chairs or fancy frills, a pair of decks, loads of people that have pushed themselves so far all they can do is dance...and the music just gets more and more raw, twisted and tribal as the evening goes on. I can't enthuse enough!!! OMG!!! Leather clad beauties dancing on the decks like their lives depended on it, crowd-surfing nutters, air horns and people screaming and writhing around in the mosh pit at the front...?!?!?? Complete carnage everywhere. Space? Where's that? (I quite liked DC-10 actually, can you guess?)
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Sar and I were being defiant and doing everything we weren't supposed to. 'No' was word of the day and we were sitting on the floor with people clambering over us (much to Tom's horror) and I seem to remember asking, "What can we do to completely RUIN everyone's lives in here?" - Oh dear.
I think security had to come and intervene in the end.
Eventually I lost the entire gang and missed Sar's post DC-10 'stunt'...but still managed to crawl to the beach for a Bora Bora sesh which was kicking off in a much fluffier fashion. Christ, I think the whole island must've been shaking that weekend.
A Space/DC-10 sesh is always followed by sketchy moments where tempers are flared and only the strong survive so I spent the following day in solitary confinement which was perfect. Next thing I know however, I'm being dragged off to San Antonio of all places to watch England Vs whoever. Thank God I was able to masquerade with the Chelsea sweat band although I fear the cigarette holder and portable ashtray was a dead giveaway. My "*oofs*" and "GET IN MY SON"s are getting undeniably good tho.
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Exit Jiblin and the Bear here with a farewell Soiree on Bora Bora.
The bestest bit was to come though...Pilchard (husband) arrived from the Sonar festie in his native Barcenlona on the Thursday. Spending time with the Pilchard in Ibiza of all places was enough to make me want to wet myself (or pull a stunt like Sar's). We had such a magical time together and having someone in tow that not only speaks Catalan but also knows half the workers at the Dome bar is extremely useful for blagging freebies. Yay! 8)
On the Thursday we went to Renaissance purely because no trip to Ibiza is complete without a trip to Pacha...and we're huge fans of Tiga too so it would've been downright rude not to. It was lovely to see all the familiar faces in the house and also nice to have some dancing space for once (a rareity in Pacha) but the crowd was its usual awful self.
I've decided the only way to do Pacha from this point onwards is to have a meal there and treat it as a posh bar to gawp at. Being there in itself is an experience so even if the night is crap, I never regret popping in.
Tiga played obvious album classics to an uneducated crowd so feel like we missed out on a proper Tiga sesh which was a shame...and the performances were reeeeally naff by Pacha standards. It gave us lots of giggle mileage though because the muscle man posing with pumped up lips and a cheap looking glittery jacket was too much for the both of us. Completely priceless. Anyone else see him?
(trying to speed up a bit now)...KM5 was also lovely - still my fave restaurant in the world. The starters are lovely and the fish dishes are not to be missed. The ambience in the garden is definately one of the best experiences on the island. It's just a shame they don't do parties there any more.
By Saturday we had some new Playa Sol neighbours - Nick, Dave and Leah (just how many people did I know on the island this year? Crazy but I guess that's what's so good about doing the openings.)
...thankfully we managed to avoid the Hed Kandi opening (which as you can imagine was extremely difficult! ) for another Space sesh on the Sunday. 8)
As per usual - the music on the terrace was utter b*llocks. We had an amazing time though because EVERYBODY was in there and the lads (John and Tom) taught me how to fight in exchange for some gay dance moves - which they were better than me at I hasten to add. I was so excited about Sneak and he didn't disappoint at all. His style is so unique and his set was an education from start to finish. It was lovely having a house appreciation moment with the Pilchard too - he's not a house dolly by any means (I daren't tell him that I've since found out that Tresor/Berlin had teamed up with La Communidad when we were there) but even he couldn't help but love Sneak's unusual style. Definately the set of the holiday - brilliant, brilliant, brilliant. I was so upset when Sneak finished because no one after him could ever come close. Brilliant night all round but downhill all the way from that point. I can't wait to see him again! 8)
Pilchardito and I missed DC-10 this time around and got messy in a private(ish) beach cove. Doing naked dances at distant passers by seemed like the funniest thing ever till we realised it was bordering on indecent exposure. Highly reccommended for a Space carry on though.
That evening was Miss Kittin at Cocoon - a night I'd been excited about for ages because I'm a Cocoon virgin and Miss Kittin easily ranks as one of my top five spinners (apparently put on a life defining show at Sonar this year too). We were gutted to see that she'd cancelled her appearance due to 'health reasons' but got wasted and had an amazing time anyway. I thought the music was top notch at Amnesia that night. As usual, we behaved like complete loons for most of the evening...had mucho fun with the ice cannon (despite pretending it was naff) and will definaely be going back. The crowd is very scary in places though...I seem to remember spotting a podgy bloke with a polo neck cycling top and matching pair of combats which was interesting. At least I didn't have to see Sven poncing around in his unforgivable glittery trousers though - I nearly boycotted his night because of those and the embarrassing flyers that went with Cocoon this year. Reeeeally great evening though 8) - and being back on that terrace was a treat - I love it in there. 8)
After this, we went back to the neighbours pad and did some terrible things that just aren't appropriate for Spotlight consumption.
This lead to us losing our toys (and marbles) in the local shop and holding up the entire place while we split up and scoured the floor for them. I think we also had fun with potatoes and perfected our best camel noises but it's probably best that I hold off on giving away any more information.
The carnage continued till we got to the beach but Pilchard and I were in one of 'those' unstoppable moods so we popped over to Bora Bora.
Note to all - the music at Bora Bora is great on Tuesdays (it can be awful so make sure you time it right). Tuesday saw the best session I've had on Bora Bora since my first time in 99. I love it there because it's completely stress free and there's a lack of a corporate atmosphere which can be brought about by clubs who get far too big for their boots.
By this time, we were getting very good at camel noises (I have video evidence ) and I seemed to think it would be a good idea to wear a mask and snorkel (much to the amusement of a group of camera wielding Italians in attendance). I'll shut up now but it really was special and ranked as highly as DC-10 last week. We met some complete nutters including a woman who kept diving under the fense to deliver drinks and put on puppet shows for us. I think I'd like to marry her because she compeltely made my holiday.
Bora Bora + Sea + Pilchard = a very happy Robder . It was brrrrrilliant!...and cheering those planes over is so tacky but we all love doing it don't we?
To end the story of such an amazing two weeks I also managed to miss my flight by popping into La Troya for the Brokeback Mountain party . Despite having issues with men in cowboy hats, I still loved the trannies and danced like a complete loon till the early hours.
This rendered me £150 down but who cares? It's Ibiza...and it's still the best place in the world to me.
Space conclusion??? Still amazing - still one of the best clubs in the world...but the new terrace is distinctly average compared to the old days. Don't listen to me though - it's only my opinion and there are still plenty of people on this board raving about it.
(Still DC-10 and Bora Bora all the way for me tho)...but having said all that, it's the energy of the island that keeps me coming back, not the uniqueness of one or more clubs.
Now back in Bethnal Green and whilst Viccy Park and the Bunker are both nice - they certainly aren't Salinas are they? Where's my Sangria?
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I've hardly given anyone a mention either so here goes and I'll try not to forget anyone:
Jiblet and the Bear, Nick, Dave, Leah & Paul (such smashing neighbours!), Russ & Sara (Space just wouldn't have been the same without you both!), Sar & Tom (Fookin want some do you?), Jon & Bec (I wish I'd seen the stage dive), Erin & Rob (big Erin and Rob fans here!!!), Ben & Karen (another smashing couple!), Paul & Carolanne, Buckley, Stu & Dan (yes, Robder & X-amount actually get on rather well!), Richard & Jay, Jonny Morbyd & Irene (sp?), Alex, Steve & co...and last but not least, the lovely little Pilchardito. xxx
I loved meeting all of you and hope we can stay in touch - you're all welcome at the bunker any time!
Can we go back now please?
(photos will be up eventually although I don't have many.)
...what else is there to do than to rearrange brain cells and process events of the last two (and a bit more) weeks? My 6th time on the island was just unbelievable
...there just aren't enough expressive words to do it justice. I never thought I'd enjoy myself quite that much in Ibiza again having got over the initial discovery of the place but it was just one 'eeek' after the next! No matter how many times I come here it's always a new discovery - good places move and music styles change etc. It was a mix of lovely solitary time, mixing with new and old faces along with bonding time with the Pilchard/husband...but ultimately 2006 was definately all about Bora Bora, DC-10 and Sa Trinxa....
For starters, I'm never flying Sleazyjet again
. My plane was sat on the tar mack for two hours while we waited for our stoopid flight attendant woman to arrive breathless, chirping, "Sorry I'm late everyone, I got lost and couldn't find the plane!" ...meanwhile someone's baby kicked off and the parents plonked 'it' on the two empty seats next to mine and just left it there while they had a chat! I was considering practicing my throwing skills but the wine distributor did the rounds and I was soon happy and in the air. 8) Lets just say I hit the ground running and plans of a solitary few days on the sand were scuppered as a couple of La Troya casualties, Jiblin (old skool Ibiza companion) and 'the Bear'
lol were seconds away from baggage handling looking very evil, popping champagne corks and shoving sweets into my mouth ...and this was before I'd taken my back pack off! So here I am, being driven around an island completely muntered and someone has the bright idea of taking me to Underground. Famous quote the following morning - "Do you think I should get out of my work clothes and check into Playa Sol?" The whole episode = think hysterical and you still wouldn't be close.
The following few days were a mixture of Bora Bora, Es Cavallet and the wonderful Salinas beach (& DJ Jonathan!!! 8)). It was fantastic setting eyes on these places having been away for so long. I've lost count of the amount of times I've had private teary moments this holiday - just thank God for oversized sunnies. 8)
Oh, and I seem to remember dancing on a table with a glamour model from LA and a really sweet old man of 70 - I kid you not! One of my absolute fave holiday finds!
Sunday soon arrived and I was itching to get down to Space to re-live some old times. I got there nice and early and contrary to most people on this board I thought it was a pile of pants!
)) Don't get me wrong, it's still Space, it's still Ibiza and it's still Sunday - which will always be special...but what are they thinking?The residents (inc Jason Bye) played a carbon copy of the same set both weeks I went - and I mean EXACTLY the same!...One of the most w@nky displays of 'funky house' I've ever beared witness to in my life. I was mortified - but reassured by Jiblin and the Bear that it's to be expected and the inside bit is much better. They've done a nice job of the terrace replica though - it's just missing a mezannine at the back and I kept wanting to face the toilets.
Sooo - after a few hours of 'Martin Solveig - Rocking Music' and other classics from nowthatswhaticallheadkandivolume238 I had to use my passout for bora bora. Luckily when I went back, the terrace was much better and the midnight bit found me in a dribbling, sweaty, smiley mess - a state everyone is familiar with at 'that' time on a Sunday - oh lordy!
8) 8) 8) 8) 8) Entering the new terrace was an absoute treat - I love the music at Nude and the dancers and production were incredible as per usual. All the Shoreditch trash bags were out in force, Empress Stah, Johnny Woo and Chicken among the freakazoids (who screamed very loudly when he saw a familiar London face nearly falling 'platform boot over tit' from his podium). Jo was wicked and the place was pure filth - musically just what I was looking for after the afternoon of banging gruyere. Not sure about the next dj because I was far too pre-occupied leaping around the place getting up to allsorts with Russ. I think we almost funned ourselves to death that evening as he'll no doubt verify. Can we do it again soon please?
Quote from the evening, "For goodness sake Russ, you're a grown man...pull yourself together!"
Highlight = watching Johnny Woo pole dance upside down in a wedding dress and Dave Beer clamber up onto the lighting truss, dangling above the terrace crowd with his legs flailing, nearly killing himself (and everyone else) in the process.
It was lovely meeting so many familiar faces in one evening and I was left satisfied that Sunday @ Space is still right up there with my fave Ibiza experiences.
The rest is a blur but I'm pleased to say (with the help of Sarah, Tom and the Bear...despite nearly getting arrested en route - yes it's true), I managed to rock up at Circoloco the following day fuelled purely by vodka and absolutely no sleep (I HATE people that turn up to DC-10 looking all fresh - it's cheating and should be prohibited.
) DC-10 was simply amazing and every bit as good as it's always been. The music was so inspired - it sounds perfect on that system with all the Eurotrashy society drop outs, fuzzy vision and planes skimming your forehead. DC-10 outdid every other club by a million miles this year. It's a dance place stripped right back to basics - no chairs or fancy frills, a pair of decks, loads of people that have pushed themselves so far all they can do is dance...and the music just gets more and more raw, twisted and tribal as the evening goes on. I can't enthuse enough!!! OMG!!! Leather clad beauties dancing on the decks like their lives depended on it, crowd-surfing nutters, air horns and people screaming and writhing around in the mosh pit at the front...?!?!?? Complete carnage everywhere. Space? Where's that? (I quite liked DC-10 actually, can you guess?) 8) 8) 8) 8) 8) 8) 8) 8) 8) 8) 8) 8) Sar and I were being defiant and doing everything we weren't supposed to. 'No' was word of the day and we were sitting on the floor with people clambering over us (much to Tom's horror) and I seem to remember asking, "What can we do to completely RUIN everyone's lives in here?" - Oh dear.
I think security had to come and intervene in the end.
Eventually I lost the entire gang and missed Sar's post DC-10 'stunt'...but still managed to crawl to the beach for a Bora Bora sesh which was kicking off in a much fluffier fashion. Christ, I think the whole island must've been shaking that weekend.
A Space/DC-10 sesh is always followed by sketchy moments where tempers are flared and only the strong survive so I spent the following day in solitary confinement which was perfect. Next thing I know however, I'm being dragged off to San Antonio of all places to watch England Vs whoever. Thank God I was able to masquerade with the Chelsea sweat band although I fear the cigarette holder and portable ashtray was a dead giveaway.
My "*oofs*" and "GET IN MY SON"s are getting undeniably good tho. ...
Exit Jiblin and the Bear here with a farewell Soiree on Bora Bora.
The bestest bit was to come though...Pilchard (husband) arrived from the Sonar festie in his native Barcenlona on the Thursday. Spending time with the Pilchard in Ibiza of all places was enough to make me want to wet myself (or pull a stunt like Sar's). We had such a magical time together
and having someone in tow that not only speaks Catalan but also knows half the workers at the Dome bar is extremely useful for blagging freebies. Yay! 8) On the Thursday we went to Renaissance purely because no trip to Ibiza is complete without a trip to Pacha...and we're huge fans of Tiga too so it would've been downright rude not to. It was lovely to see all the familiar faces in the house
and also nice to have some dancing space for once (a rareity in Pacha) but the crowd was its usual awful self.I've decided the only way to do Pacha from this point onwards is to have a meal there and treat it as a posh bar to gawp at. Being there in itself is an experience so even if the night is crap, I never regret popping in.
Tiga played obvious album classics to an uneducated crowd so feel like we missed out on a proper Tiga sesh which was a shame...and the performances were reeeeally naff by Pacha standards. It gave us lots of giggle mileage though because the muscle man posing with pumped up lips and a cheap looking glittery jacket was too much for the both of us. Completely priceless. Anyone else see him?
(trying to speed up a bit now)...KM5 was also lovely - still my fave restaurant in the world. The starters are lovely and the fish dishes are not to be missed. The ambience in the garden is definately one of the best experiences on the island. It's just a shame they don't do parties there any more.
By Saturday we had some new Playa Sol neighbours - Nick, Dave and Leah (just how many people did I know on the island this year? Crazy but I guess that's what's so good about doing the openings.)
...thankfully we managed to avoid the Hed Kandi opening
(which as you can imagine was extremely difficult! ) for another Space sesh on the Sunday. 8) As per usual - the music on the terrace was utter b*llocks.
We had an amazing time though because EVERYBODY was in there and the lads (John and Tom) taught me how to fight in exchange for some gay dance moves - which they were better than me at I hasten to add. I was so excited about Sneak and he didn't disappoint at all. His style is so unique and his set was an education from start to finish. It was lovely having a house appreciation moment with the Pilchard too - he's not a house dolly by any means (I daren't tell him that I've since found out that Tresor/Berlin had teamed up with La Communidad when we were there) but even he couldn't help but love Sneak's unusual style. Definately the set of the holiday - brilliant, brilliant, brilliant. I was so upset when Sneak finished because no one after him could ever come close. Brilliant night all round but downhill all the way from that point. I can't wait to see him again! 8) Pilchardito and I missed DC-10 this time around and got messy in a private(ish) beach cove. Doing naked dances at distant passers by seemed like the funniest thing ever till we realised it was bordering on indecent exposure.
Highly reccommended for a Space carry on though. That evening was Miss Kittin at Cocoon - a night I'd been excited about for ages because I'm a Cocoon virgin and Miss Kittin easily ranks as one of my top five spinners (apparently put on a life defining show at Sonar this year too). We were gutted to see that she'd cancelled her appearance due to 'health reasons'
but got wasted and had an amazing time anyway. I thought the music was top notch at Amnesia that night. As usual, we behaved like complete loons for most of the evening...had mucho fun with the ice cannon (despite pretending it was naff) and will definaely be going back. The crowd is very scary in places though...I seem to remember spotting a podgy bloke with a polo neck cycling top and matching pair of combats which was interesting. At least I didn't have to see Sven poncing around in his unforgivable glittery trousers though - I nearly boycotted his night because of those and the embarrassing flyers that went with Cocoon this year. Reeeeally great evening though 8) - and being back on that terrace was a treat - I love it in there. 8) After this, we went back to the neighbours pad and did some terrible things that just aren't appropriate for Spotlight consumption.
This lead to us losing our toys (and marbles) in the local shop and holding up the entire place while we split up and scoured the floor for them. I think we also had fun with potatoes and perfected our best camel noises but it's probably best that I hold off on giving away any more information.
The carnage continued till we got to the beach but Pilchard and I were in one of 'those' unstoppable moods so we popped over to Bora Bora.
Note to all - the music at Bora Bora is great on Tuesdays (it can be awful so make sure you time it right). Tuesday saw the best session I've had on Bora Bora since my first time in 99. I love it there because it's completely stress free and there's a lack of a corporate atmosphere which can be brought about by clubs who get far too big for their boots.
By this time, we were getting very good at camel noises (I have video evidence
) and I seemed to think it would be a good idea to wear a mask and snorkel (much to the amusement of a group of camera wielding Italians in attendance). I'll shut up now but it really was special and ranked as highly as DC-10 last week. We met some complete nutters including a woman who kept diving under the fense to deliver drinks and put on puppet shows for us. I think I'd like to marry her because she compeltely made my holiday. Bora Bora + Sea + Pilchard = a very happy Robder
. It was brrrrrilliant!...and cheering those planes over is so tacky but we all love doing it don't we? To end the story of such an amazing two weeks I also managed to miss my flight by popping into La Troya for the Brokeback Mountain party
. Despite having issues with men in cowboy hats, I still loved the trannies and danced like a complete loon till the early hours.This rendered me £150 down but who cares? It's Ibiza...and it's still the best place in the world to me.
Space conclusion??? Still amazing - still one of the best clubs in the world...but the new terrace is distinctly average compared to the old days. Don't listen to me though - it's only my opinion and there are still plenty of people on this board raving about it.
(Still DC-10 and Bora Bora all the way for me tho)...but having said all that, it's the energy of the island that keeps me coming back, not the uniqueness of one or more clubs.
Now back in Bethnal Green and whilst Viccy Park and the Bunker are both nice - they certainly aren't Salinas are they? Where's my Sangria?
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I've hardly given anyone a mention either so here goes and I'll try not to forget anyone:
Jiblet and the Bear, Nick, Dave, Leah & Paul (such smashing neighbours!), Russ & Sara (Space just wouldn't have been the same without you both!), Sar & Tom (Fookin want some do you?), Jon & Bec (I wish I'd seen the stage dive), Erin & Rob (big Erin and Rob fans here!!!), Ben & Karen (another smashing couple!), Paul & Carolanne, Buckley, Stu & Dan (yes, Robder & X-amount actually get on rather well!), Richard & Jay, Jonny Morbyd & Irene (sp?), Alex, Steve & co...and last but not least, the lovely little Pilchardito. xxx
I loved meeting all of you and hope we can stay in touch - you're all welcome at the bunker any time!
Can we go back now please?
(photos will be up eventually although I don't have many.)
