…took my lad there for his annual football tournament 3 or 4 times.
UTTER shithole, and the worst hotels I’ve ever had the misfortune of staying in.
There was a ritual of everybody pooling cash, half of it would go on buying all the boys ‘pleasure’ beach passes, the rest of it went into the beer fund for the dads, whose idea of good parenting was simultaneously going on the lash.
The bars were a shocker, like the worst rural nightclubs at peak-time, staggering pissed stag parties and packs of cackling grannies- but in the middle of the fucking day.
