The twisted witerings of a man who confuses taxis with Household items!
Hi Craig and everyone else,

Man, am I spaced. The reasons my emails have dried up somewhat, are pure and simple. I seem to have become nocturnal. The boy Goldring and myself are really getting into the swing of things out here, but as the action starts pretty late we have to, too. We partied all night last night, ending up sleeping the morning away on the beach with the other stragglers and deadbeats. I succeeded in burning my stomach to an exceptional colour of crimson in those few hours, whilst Nick, having slapped on most of a tube of suncream, awoke looking like an albino due to the amount of sand encrusted over his face and body - what a sight!
The scary thing is these last few days were meant to have been a gentle intro, to ready us for the big night on the 30th! I tried to get myself some diet pills to add another dimension to my nights, but after last night's successful experiment with a Red Bull, whiskey and coke concoction in a 'Bucket' I don't think they'll be required.
I intend to have a 'quiet one' tonight, but that will probably refer to the actual amount of drink I consume rather than the time I finally get back to my bungalow! We shall see.
Anyway, my stomach is calling so I'll have to end it there. I will endeavour to email you all tomorrow.

Big love to Otter Boy from the Boy Bunji.