The morning started at
The Cockney Rebel, a British pub, where I got a full English breakfast and to
watch some football – and see ManU win another Championship (ARRRRGHHH!!!!).
Got back after Amy finished her morning session and again we took our last chance to sit out by the beach. It has been nice being here on the water and I do not want to leave. At dinner Amy and I met up with J?, her colleague and we went to the Madfish for dinner. Great restaurant, a converted silver caravan. Good food and good company. A nice way to finish the trip.
Our story for the flight home on the Sunday comes courtesy of “We’re On A Plane, So Someone Will Do Something Stupid”. The guy in the aisle seat across from me thought it would be OK to serve himself and friends drinks. When a hostess finally caught him, he got shitty that he’d been cut off, so went back for more when she turned away. Then had the gall to act like nothing happened when he was escorted off the plane by the police. Dickhead!
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