Confessions of a Holiday Rep: My Hideous and Hilarious Stories of Sun, Sea, Sand and Sex
Enter your mobile number or email address below and we'll send you a link to download the free Kindle App. Then you can start reading Kindle books on your smartphone, tablet, or computer - no Kindle device required. To get the free app, enter your mobile phone number. When Cy Flood applied for work as a holiday rep, his reasons were simple. He wanted to party like crazy, booze like there was no tomorrow, and pull like it was going out of fashion!
By Sadie Nicholas for the Daily Mail. On a steamy night in August , the streets of Magaluf were filled with swathes of drunken, semi-clad men and women in their late teens and early 20s. Inside the bars, more groups of sunburned party- goers danced provocatively on table tops, downing vodka shots, hellbent on oblivion — and casual sex at the end of the night. At the heart of the mayhem were holiday reps, jeering them on and 'masterminding' various drinking games designed to get them even more plastered.