101 Challenges:

Location: Phuket - Thailand

Bloody hell! We are, yet again, suffering the world’s worst hangovers.

What was meant to be a civilised and quiet evening, with conversations of politics, religion, society, books and other normal things – turned out to be a huge and joyous (until this morning) chaotic night.

Harri and Russell picked us up from our hotel 32 minutes later than planned (we think they were teaching us a lesson for the five minutes we held them up yesterday) and took us to a very posh restaurant.

Athena was already there and greeted us with those French cheek kisses (that we’ve grown to love) and introduced us to her friends, Brian and Roslyn. We won’t go into any details here, but Brian’s ex-military and now works for the Queen and Ros has the most amazing accent and pronunciation we’ve ever encountered – this made Lindsay instantly fall in love with her.

So there we were. Sitting with two posh folk, Athena (who’s also posh but we swear in front of her sometimes) Harri and Russell. We had planned to pay for the meal as a gesture of thanks for everything everyone’s done for us – again, if you ever get the chance to come here, make sure you visit PAWS!

Thank God the gentleman that is Brian footed the bill. Champagne of the highest calibre, gorgeous reds and amazing white wines flooded the table – which was quickly covered with nearly everything from the food menu.

Brian and Ros asked us about 101 Challenges and wished us all the best with our little adventure – which made us smile. Everyone chatted to everyone, we laughed, joked, hugged, French cheek kissed a little more, it was perfect! We were made to feel right at home and, even though we’re bordering on mental deficiency and are rather slow and stupid – somehow we managed to not offend anyone, and keep up with great topical discussions and the likes. It was possibly the best evening meal we’ve ever had.

Here’s us all sat, merrily tipsy, after the meal. We’d love to say a huge thanks to Athena for allowing us to sit next to her, and to Brian for paying for it all!

But, as usual, we quickly disintegrated the elegant evening into a common Scottish piss-up and so, here’s us picking up Athena (who we think, loved it all).

With the meal over Harri and Russell insisted that we go to Patong – Phuket’s sex market basically. Without any hesitation we agreed to be taken (to Patong). The best way to describe this area is; It’s like any of the main bar-streets in Benidorm, but on drugs. There must be 42 billion bars, 83 billion pole dancers, lap dancers, hookers and everything in between, and 120 billion pensioner sex-tourists. We didn’t like it that much so, holding tightly onto Russell and Harri’s hands, we asked them to take us somewhere else.

Unfortunately, that somewhere else was a bloody amazing club called 'Club Lime' and we tucked into tequila after tequila after vodka and red bull after another tequila and 6 or 20 more vodkas.

We had an absolutely amazing time! Dancing like tw*ts still, but not caring about it. Talking and cuddling our two mates and chatting up anything that moved into our line of vision – sometimes we had to move to create a different line of vision. Lindsay still never pulled but this time we don’t blame it on his completely crap chat up lines or his embarrassingly appalling patter with the ladies. This time we blame it on his inability to handle, or should we say his stupidity at consuming so much tequila;

We don’t know what time these pictures were taken (tequila makes you lose your sense of time, days and even age) but we do know that Lee has not one single bone of compassion in his body for his little bro. Not one cuddle, not one soft pat on the back, not one word of comfort – just 703 pictures and hysterical fits of laughter.