Watch The Waves Break on The Bay

Tooli is going on holiday next month. She is looking forward to it, and wondering what it will be all like. Six of them in some "Party All Night Hotel". 18 - 30 for 17 year olds.

I can imagine what it will be like!!!

When I was 19, I had a broken heart for all of about 12 hours til my mum suggested that I might need a holiday to recover. (I didn't actually realise that she meant that she and I should go together). I headed to the travel agents and booked myself a late break, leaving a couple of days later.

I travelled to Majorca thinking I would meet people on the plane, but the stewards believing they were doing something nice sat me in a section of the plane all by myself, and plied me with drink. Obviously thought I was some poor lonely noddy no mates.

The following two weeks were amazing! I drank in bars myself, I went to discos myself, I harrassed people in the bar. I had Shirley Valentine moments where people feeling sorry for me would demand that my place in the Dining Room was moved over beside them. It was the best fun ever.

When new guests arrived at the hotel I would rush the bus and tell them I had been held hostage and hadn't been allowed to leave, and the bar staff would come and manhandle me away from them, while at the same time trying to reassure them, that I was just a bit mad.

I nearly drowned in the sea, and still have a scar on my leg to remind me. I visited towns and ate in restaurants that took my fancy.

It was adventure, and I loved my own company! No one to please but myself!