It was What Happens in Sunny Beach, a behind-the-shags look at randy, straight 18-20-ish-year-old-slags on the holiday of a lifetime (we’ll be the judge of that) in *checks notes* Sunny Beach in Bulgaria, described as a ‘once upmarket playground for the Eastern Bloc elite’, which isn’t really selling it to us.
It was remarkable firstly because no-one had heard of Sunny Beach until last night. Unless, of course, you’re a randy, straight 18-20-ish-year-old slag.
It was even more remarkable owing to the nudity, the like of which we hadn’t seen since this morning down London’s glittering Gym Changing Room.
It mostly involved our two protagonists up there, Harvey and Graham. Described as ‘PRs’ by Zoe – wishful thinking if ever we heard it – they are in fact reps for travel companies whose main job is getting holidaymakers off their tits on cheap and even cheaper liquor, then bumming them. In between doing of sterling job of just that, they ate noodles in the nude, compared penises, multi-tasked with a shower head, and let a Channel 4 TV crew film the whole thing.
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