Day 6 - Big Jock makes the rest of the crew feel marvellous

Guess who had too much to drink last night? Everyone! It's just that Big Jock made everyone else look absolutely fabulous, ha, ha. As Frankie Valli would say, "Oh what a night." It was a bit of a late start for some, but a small splinter group managed to get to the beach. On the way Big Jock constantly annoyed everyone by saying, "I feel shit, I'm gonna be sick, I need a loo." Mouldy offered solace by informing Big Jock that the mayor of the town lived next to the lavatories and then parked as far away from the loos as humanly possible. On the long walk to the loo Mouldy then informed Big Jock about other interesting things from his repertoire, to be suddenly hit with the following tirade, "Nick I admire your attempts to increase my knowledge of the world but at this present moment in time I don't feel in a learning mood and would really appreciate it if you could find me some loos!" "Jock, they're over there next to the Mayor's residence." Jock scurries off at a great rate of knots only to be met by a French "point and shoot" toilet - bastards.

It was at this point that Tim B spotted an establishment selling lager beer and it also had a sit down lavatory for Big Jock to rid himself of whatever Bruno had fed him the night before in Le Nautil.  Two beers and two coffees later and the fab four were off for some "chicken on a fist", roast tatties, smelly cheese and French bread.  Armed with scran they found a quiet spot near the beach and devoured the lot, well, 3 of them did.  Big Jock was horizontal on a bench, gradually becoming a hazard to local shipping with his snoring.  The lads thought it a good idea to place the chicken carcass on his back and watch the shite hawks tear it apart, hopefully eating Big Jock in the process, but they decided that this was too great a task even for the hungriest Tyrannosaurus Rex.