boy about town

grab eight hot 20/30-somethings. get a dorm. beach location. throw in some booze. a meteorite shower. some randoms. the bitchiest bar staff known to humanity. oh, and let’s not forget the townies. what do you have: silv’s tours newquay 2007 adventure.

what are townies some of you may ask? who is silv? i haven’t time to answer i’m afraid. only to say i’ve had the funnest (or is that funniest) four days at the english seaside town of newquay.

swimming every morning… long lazy lunches… my umbrella-brella-brella... late night boogieing… 3am treks along the headland to watch a meteorite shower… hello sailor… watching seals following fishing trawlers into harbour… dj-jaimee and rave-dave's dorm mix-it-up-by-fading-songs-in-and-out-on-their-moby's… sunning myself in the fleeting sun… cynth’s surf-club birthday dinner… meeting fist-obsessed essex lasses… oh and another crazy-golf championship under my belt…

got some time off work? don’t waste it! head to newquay.