I'm too old to attend a club 18-30 holiday now but Shortfuse just reminded me of one I went on in Salou many moons ago. It was a fortnight, but after a week two of us were sent home and banned from the resort for, in thier words being 'The vilest peopel ever to visit the resort' Jesus, they couldn't have bigged us up anymore, we were handslapping and hi fiving all the way to the airport (after they undid the handcuffs) We'd been there a few days and the holiday before us was checking out, we'd met up with a couple of trouts and they had to check out of thier rooms. They asked if they could leave thier suitcases in out rooms until thier transport took them to the airport, reluctantly we agreed. I stumbled back to the room mid morning as I was touching cloth, sat on the pot I saw thier suitcases...... the devil on my shoulder gave me some jip and before I knew it I was hiding my fisrt, second and third wipe half way through her suitcase. Giggling I returned to the pool to tell my pal what I'd done.... he said which one? I replied, the chavvy chequed case, coolly he looked at me and said 'Good Drills, there is a curry sh1t in the other' We said our farewells, and exchanged false numbers. I still giggle today at the mental image of them opening thier cases on return to blighty..... Any other arrsers got any gopping holiday tales to share?