I need a hero.

After the boisterous boat trip, it only seemed right for us to head out with our new buddies: Jacob and Jeremy from the States, Robin from Scotland and Jim from England. A few beers at the local cafée were followed by a raucous nightclub visit for Quentin and I (the others had been sensible and headed home). What a laugh. We were the only foreigners in there bar one, and we kept getting dragged onto the dancefloor by some enthusiastic guys – we were a real novelty – ‘specially when Quentin tried out some of his best Bill Cosby moves.

Sheena, Belinda, you would have loved the part when the sexy sexy girls got up in their skimpy outfits and started writhing about to a techno version of Bonnie Tyler’s “I need a hero” – yeeeeaaah! They weren’t nearly as good as us though of course, not a hard core bum wiggle in sight, B.