Ibiza Report

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Sat night - arrived @ 1am, checked into apartment (that didn't have 2 bedrooms as booked - campbed/sofa in the lounge - wasn't happy), me & Jamie went to Es Vive hotel bar (where the other 2 joined us), where a girl from Leeds (Hatty Lovehearts) was DJing, few beers, bit of a dance, bed by 6am...

Sunday - got up about 11am, felt pretty ropey, went for a full english @ Mike's Kitchen, just round the corner, quality food, proper sausages/bacon etc and "Heinz Beans" (which was obviously advertised outside!). Wes swerved breakie. Wes/Paul went out @ midday, me & Jamie walked to Space @ 2pm, few beers, managed to get in free on Ben Watts guestlist which saved everyone 60 euros, had a decent crack on the sunset terrace to Jonathan Ulyesses, i didn't think i'd last past midnight, especially seing as the music on the new terrace was so dull (Smokin Jo, Hot Chip - DJ Set, Andy Cato [Groove Armada])....kept ducking up to the roof terrace for that Ben Wijay geezers chilled tunes, then out to the side room (off the new terrace) called El Salon, where Alfredo (old school Ibizian DJ) was playing some wicked stuff, loads of classics, proper house, re-edits of quality music etc....spent a lot of time in there - probably the highlight of the weekend musically. Ivan Smagghe & Jeff Mills were in the Discoteca, but i didn't really see them/stay in there longer than a few minutes at a time. By 1am, Jamie bailed back to apartment due to being so tired. i caved in @ 3.30am and went back (just as Ben Watt was due to start - which was a shame)...pretty much went straight to bed/sleep....Wes/Paul got in about 5am and straight to bed...they said Ben Watt had been really good, but they were seriously flagging after 16-17 hours in there!

Monday - I woke up about 11am, which was good, had a decent enough sleep, we all decided we wanted to get to Circo Loco by lunchtime due to the busyness later in the aft/evening...so, after a quick stop @ Mike's Kitchen for bacon/egg on toast, we got a taxi to Circo Loco @ DC10 for a day of full-on madness. Price has increased to 35 euros and NO free drink. Cheeky b@stards. The lineup showed no Luciano, no Villalobos and no other special guests we'd heard of....other than Damian Lazarus, who was playing b2b with Clive Henry (3-6pm). Lazarus/Henry was decent on the terrace, but it soon got unbareably busy/conjested...me & Jamie kept ducking out, going to the outside chillout area (previously the carpark/entrance), which is now fenced off, with benches and loads of people sitting around in the sun....it was cool out there, met loads of "interesting" people, loads of very scarey people too tho!...about 8-9pm we all started discussing leaving, it was so busy you couldn't really get onto the terrace..we ended up leaving and taking Wes back to the room. Me/Jamie/Paul went onto Bora Bora (after dropping Wes off in an illegal taxi) to have a few pints, get some food (omlette & chips) and listen to some dirty electro!....think i crashed and burned about 6am. The others not long after.

Tues - woke up at 2pm and apparently i'd kept Jamie up with my snoring till about midday, still, i felt quite refreshed now! Me & Paul went out for some food....got pizza at a place over the road, which was nice (and more beers from supermarket), then back to apartment for a crack with the lads....everyone feeling quite sorry for themselves by now....had a couple of spl1ffs, played pool with Wes & Paul, loser supposedly having to jump in the pool...everyone decided to jump into the freezing water in the end (it was 7.30pm by now)......all of a sudden it was 11pm and we hadn't packed for our 1.30am flight (this was checked with Wes, who had booked it)....got packed, then got illegal taxi to airport....on arrival at airport it turned out our flight hadn't changed to 1.30 (from its original 12.30) and we'd missed it! The email had said "Fri-Mon flights changed as follows...", we were flying Tues, so ours was unaffected. Gutted. Wes rang home and got his missus to book us 4 flights for the following day (lunchtime) into Doncaster (best we could get). 200 euros each. Taxi back to apartment (which was paid for till the morning luckily), everyone in a stinking mood by now and not really up for anything. Me, Paul & Jamie went scran, then me & Paul went for a couple of pints locally - Wes crashed on his bed, totally fuct off by the missed flight. bed for 4.30am.

Weds - Got up at 9 ish. Taxi to airport (made flight!) taxi back from Doncaster - £57.

So there you have it. All in all a quality laugh, some wicked sessions and i'm happy to say the nightmare end to the holiday was worth it!

Moral to the story - read the flight times properly and then double check them once you've sobered up!!!

[ian]

Gutted for ya!

Well our plans to meet went skewiff!

My fault as I'd not thought it through properly!
Should have met in the Red Box or something, far easier to spot each other!

Me and Jem spent quite a while looking for you, thought you would be easy to spot but there were loads of 6ft plus fellas in there, how rude!

I thought Hot Chip were good.
Surprised me with what they played (loads of heads down drug music) thought they would be far more eclectic.

Smokin Jo was Gash and I don't know how she gets away with being a resident, every mix out of sync! Grrr!

Scott I was making my way to that chill out room, so probably would have found you, when I came a cropper.

Had flip flops on and came off the main dancefloor and came up the steps.

At the top there was loads of broken glass and some got stuck on the sole of my flip flop.

I was already in a bad mood as people were constantly shoving and pushing due to how busy it was, plus Jem had been elbowed on the head by an over enthusiastic Andy Cato lover.

I tried to skim the sole of the flip flop across the floor to flick out the piece of glass. I was a little too over zealous with the skimming.

Big chunk of glass straight through and into my foot.
The more I tell the story the bigger the chunk gets and by now it is as big as the iceberg that sunk Titanic.

I was hopping about outside the Salon with blood pouring everywhere.

Jemma screaming at me to stay where I was and she would get help.

I was really cursing at this point and shouted something about going to the toilets to sort it out.

Bravely I'd still managed to keep hold of my San Miguel - result!
The bouncer at the entrance of the toilets stopped me from entering because I had the bottle in my hand and had to put it on a stand - when I came back out the bottle had gone!

Anyway in the toilets and there were only two cubicles, with a couple of people queing to get in and sort their nostrils out.

Being typically British, with blood pouring out of my foot, I just stood there and waited patiently in line...

Sorted my foot out with some tissue paper and then hobbled out of the toilets determined to carry on.

Jemma then rushed up and told me she had found the first aid room. She later told me that when she had pointed out the pool of blood and the trail to the toilets, to the bouncers, they had just shrugged their shoulders and turned away!!

Found our way to First Aid, with Andy Cato coming the oppopsite way. He huge! Thought about asking him to sign my flip flop but did not think he would be keen on the blood, just before a Space gig so left it.

First Aid was a loading bay and a girl with rubber gloves and a bottle of iodine.

We had to wait until the fitting man and been loaded into an ambulancia, after indulging in one too many and then we were seen.

Loads of iodine which strangely did not sting and a few plasters, luckily there was no glass in the cut.

Danced on for a bit afterwards but not in the mood so probably left around 2am

Overall, not a great night.

Could not face DC10 for fear of further injury.

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Oh dear....sounds like you had a mare...

Was surprised we didn't bump into you, as you say, its not like either of us are tiny/easy to miss people.

Did you have a nice holiday then? What was the best night out?

[ian]

That's what I kept thinking!

We did Space four times and Pacha once.

In hind sight I should have ditched one of the Sunday's in favour of DC10 which I missed again!

Holiday was good, nice to forget about work and come back feeling refreshed.

Showmanship wise it was Fatboy Slim at Carl Cox's night.
Good party tunes, and good atmosphere.

It was funny watching him though as he was clearly wired and very much still in the 'Superstar DJ' mode giving it loads to the crowd.

Ame were good at the Azuli night as well.

Caught Louie Vega at Pacha but not that impressed.
He had a face like a slapped arse, back room was much better.

Impressed by Serge Santiago as well on the first Sunday.

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Laurent Garnier played @ Carl Cox's night on Tuesday, was v tempted by it once we'd missed the flight, but lack of funds and general bad mood wrote it off...

There's a very big chance i won't bother with Sundays @ Space next time i go Ibiza...want to go to some new nights/different venues.

Got to say Gem would have hated DC10, prob best you didn't go!

[ian]

Ha!

I thought that too but my selfishness was trying to win me over.

She'd seen pictures of people wearing horse's heads and was not looking forward to it!

Think I would give Space a miss as well, cramming them in when being a bit more selective on the door would do it the world of good.

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ian said:

She'd seen pictures of people wearing horse's heads and was not looking forward to it!

see my facebook for evidence of this ;D

[Lady Tinks of Twinkleshire]

Thanks very much for the review!!

I really must get my packing done!