Book Description

"Before I'd even stepped into the interview room I'd already resigned myself to the fact that there was no limit to what I was going to do to get that job. If it meant getting naked there and then in a room full of strangers, so be it. I was determined. The humiliation that would potentially await paled in comparison to the sweet reward of working in one of the world's largest party resorts. The shame that I would feel was going to be insignificant to the endless supply of drinks and girls that would await me in Ibiza at the end of the 90s." Want a disarmingly frank and honest account of what it was like working for one of the largest adult tour operators in the Mediterranean? What was considered naughty in the nineties would be scandalous today. But without smartphones, selfies, social media and tagging, there's no evidence of what went on and, now everyone has grown up and moved on, no one left to confirm it was true. More than twenty years have passed since my first season as a holiday rep in Ibiza, but the outrageous incidents and accidents are as fresh as last week. If you can remember being on one on these holidays, wouldn't you like to know what was going on behind the scenes? Let me pull back the curtain and start at the beginning...