When I had not long turned 20, I was having the time of my life. I had a fun job, good friends and a thriving social life for the first time. It was with this backdrop that I agreed to go on my first ever girls holiday with some friends from the pub I worked at and a few people they knew from elsewhere. In total, there was 11 of us. I knew 6 from work and had met the other 4 but couldn’t claim to know them properly.
The group was primarily aged between 20 and 23 but Jackie (someone I didn’t really know) was 38. She was loud, crude and on the holiday to get over her divorce the previous year.
We all piled into two minibuses to take us to the airport and the silliness started straight away. The jokes continued when we got to the airport and it must have been clear to anyone within a mile of us what kind of holiday we were going on.