Met my girlfriend in 1992 in an incredible chain of events that meant we were destined to be together. Head over heels I proposed the following year. Almost 20yrs later we still haven't got round to tying the knot. No point rushing into anything.
chain of events story plz
Summer 1992 - After finishing A-levels I went on a typical lad’s holiday with 11 friends from school. We booked one of those surprise Spanish holidays where you don’t know the destination until you arrive. Well we ended up in a place called Tossa de Mar and were henceforth known as the twelve tossas. After an amazing holiday the last day sadly arrived and we were all sitting in the bar with our suitcases packed waiting for the coach to take us to the airport. Then I had this strong feeling that I didn’t want to get on the flight and would much prefer to stay where I was. So I announced this idea to the rest of the group. Fast forward many hours and 10 of the original 12 tossas are all still in the bar with a very merry disposition. Interesting that we all found it so hilarious considering we had very little money, nowhere to stay and no way of getting home.
Bonny (a tossa) managed to break back into one of the apartments we had vacated earlier in the day so we all piled our bags in there. Now that we had accommodation sorted we decided to get a bus to the neighbouring resort of Lloret de Mar to carry on partying. It was there I briefly met Nikki in some club and was just blown away, but I got distracted and she disappeared and I didn’t see her again.
In the early hours I was back in Tossa sitting on the balcony of our hijacked apartment thinking about this girl who came and vanished when in the still of the night this taxi pulled up about 6 feet from me and out stepped Nikki. She was staying in this very hotel and checked in the day I should’ve checked out. Anyway next morning I found her topless by the pool which as I remember caused an erection lasting best part of the day. I got chatting and convinced her to let me and a ‘few friends’ stay in her apartment for one night until we arranged alternative accommodation. She has told me since that she thought I was a real laddish twat at this point but decided to take pity and let me stay anyway due to her sweet nature and generous disposition.
That evening another tossa named Lordy randomly turned up with 10 acid tabs he had scored in the old town and we all decided to drop one, meh we were students right. Now if Nikki thought I was a twat already things were about to get a whole lot worse because a troop of 10 babbling baboons turned up at her apartment in the early hours asking her if she could see Yoda and feel his magic. We must have been so loud what with all the constant hysterical laughter because within a short space of time there was this alarming banging on the door and booming shouts of POLICIA POLICIA.
Now there are only limited hiding places for 10 men in a small self-catering apartment and watching everyone panic and rush around looking for the best places was one of the funniest things I’ve ever seen. The sight of Lordy with nowhere left to hide grabbing the shade off a standing lamp and putting it on his head before standing bolt upright still makes me laugh today. Needless to say it was a relatively short game of hide and seek when the police came in, although they were surprised at the number of participants.
Bizarrely they drove us to the town border and with a snarl of OUT OF TOSSA CENTRO just left us there. Obviously after they had gone we went straight back to tossa centro and slept on the beach. We made a luxurious Bedouin tent out of beach towels with various rooms and compartments, although looking back perhaps my judgement was impaired. Anyway the next day I nervously returned to the hotel to apologise to all concerned but the hotel manager gave me a right roasting and told me Nikki had been expelled from the hotel and the resort. He said if I didn’t leave Tossa in 5 minutes he would phone the police. So that was that.
The lads decided to buy a small tent from the supermarket and over the next 2 weeks we camped in it on this local site. I made constant enquiries but to no avail.
Then one morning I wake up with this hankering for a pint of Tetley Bitter and nothing else would do. I don’t know why as I don’t like bitter and never drank Tetley but it must be Tetley and nothing else. So another tossa called Frazer agreed to help me on my quest to track down Tetley Bitter in the Costa Brava. We searched the whole of Tossa de Mar and nothing, then decided to get the bus to Lloret and still nothing after seemingly going into every bar on the coast. Just as we are about to give up and get the bus home we look up and see this massive sign Tetley Bitter Served Here. Well me and Frazer high five each other and take our seats on the terrace asking the waiter for dos Tetleyos.
At this point a coach pulls up and the holiday makers who had been waiting with their suitcases start getting on. The waiter brings the drinks and as I raise it to my lips I look up to see Nikki sitting in the coach window about 6 feet from my face. She notices me frantically waving and quickly throws her number out the window as the coach pulls away.
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