I promised you an entry on Tuesday night, gently reader, and hear it is.
We decided to go over to the local centro commercial, with a view with getting something to eat and watching the Doncaster-Villa game. It was only just across the main road from the resort, but it was just a bit to far to walk so we got the girl on reception to call us a cab.
It was dead and nowhere was showing the football, so we found another cab and asked him where he thought the best place was. He suggested Marbella town, so off we went. We walked around Marbella tow for something like 40 minutes not finding anywhere before we remembered the sports bar we had been in in Pueto Banus, so we got in yet another cab and went there. It was shut!
By this time, we'd missed the first half-hour already and we were getting a little sore-footed and very hungry by this point, so we decided to giveup and get some dinner. The first place we came to was TGI Fridays, of all places. We went in, and we couldn't believe it: they had the match on!
After a very nice meal, andexcellent football match, and several bottles of Budweiser, we headed down to the marina to find somewhere for a nightcap. There wasn't much open, but we found a nice little bar. This being Pueto Banus, a round of drinks for 3 of us was twenty euros, but that didn't stop us having half-a-dozen of them, including (for me) four vodkas. Spirit measures in Spain tend to be on the large side...
Anyway, the place shut at about 3am, and although lots more places had opened up by this time, we decided to head for home.
We were on our way to find a taxi when I hear a voice nearby say something about sex. This obviously gets my attention, so I turn towards the voice and see an attractive young woman in a very short red skirt, fishnets and black calf-high boots, and a white jacket. Seeing she's got my attention, she says 'very good sex!', and adopts a pose, putting one of her legs forward and opening her jacket.
By this time even my Absolut addled brain had figured out that she's a hooker, and she figures I might like to take advantage of her services. What she doesn't realise is that by this time I only have about 10 euros on me. So I put what I hope is a reasuring hand on her shoulder and say 'I'm sure sex with you would be amazing, butI'm equally sure I couldn't afford it!', and leave.
I really don't know if I would have taken her up on her offer if I'd had the money. And I'm not sure whether I'm relieved that I didn't or disapointed. 
You see why I saved this bit for last? 
James.