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Anyway, we set off on our great holiday, but sad to say, the reality didn’t quite match the expectation. Don’t get me wrong, we had a great time, but there was a definite absence of bikini clad beach babes, and as that was the main focus of the holiday, it was a big downer. Our first port of call was to a party somewhere in Somerset that was being held by a girl that Gazza had met whilst on an outdoor adventure holiday he’d been on a week or so before we set off. What we didn’t know at the time was that this was a particularly bad idea.

We didn’t know then that when you’ve had a brilliant time with someone you’ve met briefly on holiday as part of a little group, and got on so well with them, it probably isn’t going to be the same when you meet them again later, away from the fun and frolics of the holiday, in a very different environment - and when their boyfriend's around! And so it was to prove in this case.

We arrived at the (very big) house where the party was due to take place, and where we would be staying, but even to completely socially unaware teenagers, it was clear from the very start that we weren’t welcome. The girl who Gazza knew, and whose party it was, wasn’t there when we arrived, and we were met by her mother who clearly wasn’t relishing the prospect of welcoming five weird looking teenagers anyone hardly knew into her house, and she didn’t exactly welcome us with open arms.

The party, when it finally happened was, of course, a total disaster. Not only did we not know anyone there, but it was very clear that for whatever reason, we were most definitely not welcome at the party. Whether her boyfriend had become jealous at her new found friendship with Gazza or what, I don’t know, but the atmosphere was decidedly hostile, and the girl (I’ve no idea what her name was) never spoke to us or welcomed us, or introduced us to anyone the whole evening. It was also ironic, because there was something that we and all her friends had in common – we all owned and drove Minis!

The drive was full of a variety of Minis, including ours, and we could have had a great chat about our cars etc. and had a great time, but as it was it was the reverse: we weren’t seen as part of the family of Minis – we were the competition.

After a very unsatisfactory evening we all made our way to our room (five boys sharing a room – it was almost as tight a squeeze as in the Mini) and slept as best we could.