Dad and Chris
I spent the summer of 1995 in Rhodes, Greece with my cousin, Will, working and humping tourists. This is when I became aware that women are certainly no better than men when it comes to faithfulness, but that's another, less interesting story.
Dad and Chris came over to visit for a week. They drank from 10am til 12am or 1am every night and the whole town became aware of them, for a multitude of reasons but they managed to cost me my job on each of 5 out of the 7 nights they were there. The Greeks treat workers like shit. You just get used to it after a while. But Dad and Chris couldn't hack it. At one point, Chris had Menoli, a bar owner, pegged up against a wall by his throat for not saying "sorry" to me after bumping into me. End of that job. End of trip too - Menoli was Mafia.
Dad managed to get Socrates, another bar owner who was vastly overweight, to leap over his bar at us for saying something or other to him - another job gone.
When Dad arrived on that trip, he found where I lived, knocked on the door and shouted, "Timmy, Daddy's here". I was 'busy' with a tourist, so shouted back, "I'm just making love to a beautiful girl from Norway, Dad", thinking he'd get the message and bugger off for 1/2 an hour.
"Oooh - can I have a go, son?" came the reply. Incidentally, he had with him the biggest bottle of vodka I have ever seen, which was very nearly empty. Him and Chris had helped each other (physically lifting) drink it all day.
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