Robert is a barber by trade and had promised to cut my hair. Ricky passes a power cord through the side wall of the beach bar for the electric razor. Robert cuts my hair VERY short and then starts on my beard. He finishes off by shaping my beard and hairline with a dry razorblade. I'm glad I've already had a drink!
I'd promised Wayne, Robert and Ricky I'd cook a big Sunday dinner and bring it over to the beach bar. I didn't let them down. I managed to do it quite drunk but it still turned out fine. Later we stayed at the beach bar for the Karaoke (which we promised ourselves we would try to avoid) but ended up enjoying it.
Went to bed at eight thirty, pretty steamed!
Drinks tally:
I don't want to think about it!
Quite a few Banks, 2 large straight white rums and more dark rum and coke than I can or want to remember.