While in Spain we had a situation...
this girl, Victoria, complained (she was very quite and when she opened her mouth all she did was complain) all the time. So when she wanted an ice-cream you had to get her one so she would shut up. Then there was Eilidh, Charlotte and I walking around the only place in a 10 mile radius (I exaggerate highly) that served an ice-cream was a very posh chinese restaurant so going in to order an ice-cream cone us three 'ladies' found extremely inappropriate so what do we do? Egg fried rice please! Thats what came to Charlotte's mind, Eilidh's was like 'I can get served' then after fake looking at the menu 'spring rolls' came into her mind, like 'sweet and sour chicken balls' came into mine. So we ordered it dispite the fact we'd already had dinner that night (it was fish and it was delishious).
To quickly finish the story, the only alcohol there was Sangria and then free peach-snaps at the end. Victoria also hated her ice-cream. Well done -,-
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