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Dennis finally got out of the hospital, turns out it was just a serious sprain. I guess Dennis is harder than I give him credit for, a normal man would've fractured their hand and arm in several places if they punched me. I'm also pointing out the bruise I got from Dennis:

We decided that the best course of action to help poor Dennis out was to provide him with some liquid pain killer.

We all took some to make him feel better. I found out the Spanish name for "liquid pain killer" was "Smirnoff" and it was pretty full on stuff, prompting Lindsey to mistake a beach umbrella for a guitar:

a, uhhh, I don't really know what she mistook it for here:

Dennis felt MUCH better after the Smirnoff pain killer kicked in, Bridge was happy for him:

We all hugged for joy that Dennis was feeling better:

Dennis started to get worried that the medicine was wearing off:

Another glass of it did the trick though:

Dennis was still very proud of the fact that his legs still worked:

At this stage of the Evening, it turned out that the umbrella was in fact a person in disguise:

The evening eventually stopped, exacerbated by the fact that there was a knock at the door at 2am right at the time Dennis and I were body-slamming the pillows off the couch with Gun's N' Roses cranked up. After Dennis sprinted off to the toilet and the girls were yapping on the balcony so it was up to me to open the door to see three guys outside, asking me to turn the music off. I obliged and then they asked for my passport! I told them to bugger off and there was no way that was happening, but as I was shutting the door in their faces, one of them kicked the door in and they all stormed in to the room. Yep, they were the Spanish police (I didn't recognise them in the dark outside). I then proceeded to go get my passport as one of them stared at me tapping his truncheon with a rather unhappy look on his face. After they took down all our details they left, fortunately leaving our passports with us. PHEW!

RIGHT! Was finally the day of the festival itself! Off we went in the bus:

Mark, Caroline and a bunch of others also turned up. Mark doesn't screw around when he wants a big beer:

BRING IT OOOOON!!!

Mark knew all the words to the songs:

People were scrambling for every vantage point when Oasis came on:

WOO HOO!

Dennis was particulary proud of his fart. "It was THIS BIG!" he said. Mark didn't appreciate it at all.

Dennis trying to convince mark that he DOES like the smell of his farts:

Turns out Dennis's fart was pretty bad and we had to start taking drastic actions to block out the smell:

Ended up subduing the entire crowd:

 

Read on for some more amusing stuff!

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By Tony Baker: email