Confessions of a Holiday Rep - My Hideous and Hilarious Stories of Sun, Sea, Sand and Sex
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Cy Flood. Confessions of a Holiday Rep - My Hideous and Hilarious Stories of Sun, Sea, Sand and Sex
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
CONTENTS
INTRODUCTION
REPPING: WHAT’S IT ALL ABOUT?
WELCOME TO IBIZA
SAN MIGUEL – IT’S NO SAN ANTONIO …
SKIING
A SLOW BULLET TO THE ALPS
ADOLF HITLER RUINED MY HOLIDAY
THE CHARM OF GREECE
COLDITZ AND POLYVOTIS
THE JOYS OF LANZAROTE
TEAM TENERIFE
BENIDORM: SPIRITUAL HOME OF THE PACKAGE HOLIDAY
AIRPORTS AND AEROPLANES
HOME AND AWAY
THE LAST RESORT
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For Helen, Charlotte, Lola and Daniel
I’d like to acknowledge all of the brilliant reps and guests I worked with during my ten years in the job – you were all brilliant.
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When some of the chosen few gathered at a hotel in Essex on a frosty February morning, I was primarily worried about two things: my name and my age. In the 1930s, Cyril was among the nation’s favourite names, but by the time I was born – in the Sixties – it was reserved for hamsters or tortoises, fluffy toys and other objects of ridicule. My father was unaware of this when he came across the name in a book he was reading, liked the sound of it and informed my mother that the lad was going to be called Cyril. My mother protested, but the old man insisted and so Cyril I became. I was the only Cyril on the Hartcliffe council estate in Bristol, where I grew up. Matters were made worse by my parent’s Irish brogue, which meant they pronounced my name as ‘Cerril’, which came out sounding like ‘Sarah’. Some of our neighbours were mightily bemused by the eccentric Irish family that lived at the end of the street and had a son called Sarah. Being called Cyril pronounced Sarah was also the cause of a few scuffles in the school playground. Even now the name is likely to provoke fits of giggles. And, of course, everyone knows the rendition of the song ‘Nice One Cyril’, written in honour of the only famous Cyril I’ve ever heard of – the Tottenham Hotspur player Cyril Knowles.
And that wasn’t all. Being a good ten years older than the rest of my course companions made me feel like I was a sly old fox let loose amongst a flock of young chickens. For them it was their first or second job. I sensed they thought I was only doing the course as a last desperate attempt to make something of myself. Maybe they were right.
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