Yes, I'm back and fully into the whole Spanish thing, having had an awesome time with Tim and Trob over on the Costa Brava. Great holiday, which will be remembered for:

.Having to guess what we were ordering to eat
.Realising lemonade doesn't exist
.'Hey look, you've lost a rib!'
.The now-infamous 'Hola' game*
.Trob's brilliant hook-up technique*
.Staying out til 4 and losing our hearing in a nightclub
.Tim being sent off by Carlos**
.'Mañana' not being an insult
.Poker with wine gums and biscuits
. 'Love Is All Around'
.The French girl whose name we couldn't pronounce
.Presidents and Arses
.Tim's phone being ntroduced to the sea
.The train
.Mancunian emo-chavs

and much more which have slipped my mind at the minute. 'Twas awesome, and had it not been for the bloody airport on the way home would have been as close to perfect as a holiday can be. Actually, scratch that, but you get my point

Back home in sunny old England and I've realised why I went, stupid weather! Not long til results day now, I won't do a prediction because I'm bound to get it all wrong, but let me wish you all good luck and I look forward to seeing you there Now, I'll explain the *'s:

*One night we decided to play a game on the seafront - Tim and Trob would say 'Hola' to random strangers and try and get a similar reply, while I would stare menacingly at them . I think I won, but some of the reactions were brilliant!
Becoming desperate, Tim wolf-whistled two lasses who he couldn't even see. 5 minutes later these two French girls, Julie (really quiet and had been forced into coming) and Matilde (really loud). Despite their almost non-existent English and our non-existent French, we established Matilde liked Tim (she didn't actually say so), and so led to the best lines of conversation ever:

Matilde: You have...mobis?
Trob: Yes...
End of conversation

You had to be there, but the kill-off was second to none.

**In our apartments were several Spaniards, and in a game of poolball or something we ended up acquiring 3 Spanish players with no English between them. Carlos was probably 14/15, Lora looked remarkably like my sister and was probably the same age, and the other girl was about the same age as Carlos but we never heard it name. Anyhow, it soon descended into football and we were comprehensivly stuffed, but not before Tim had a slightly exaggerated argument with Carlos, who has the best fake ref's whistle ever, but without a whistle!

Sorry if that lot bored you, but you had to be there

Jeff out...