OK. I am not allowed to turn Cotton Beach Club down.
It is a very good gig, so I'm glad they aren't letting me get away. But, fucking Ibiza. Kevin remembers me pouring beer over some twats head. I am surprised that hasn't happened here TBH. I do not like Ibiza for many reasons. However, good work and stuff has kept me here. I am making more than enough to pay for hotel/hostal and a good meal each day.
What has really got me down is the fact that Three people on the street have died here in the short time I have been working. One murder. One apparent suicide. One unexplained. It is a grim drug fueled, money focused, no substance little island. All superficial, image crap.
I don't like it. I really don't like it. Just can't see what others see in the place.
Working the weekend. Flight back to cold Granada (or, ferry and bus) Monday. I am looking forwards to it.