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15th August 2018
05:27pm BST
This time of year always gives us the most intense series of flashbacks to our Leaving Cert Holiday.
A time of few worries, fewer clothing and pools upon pools of painfully cheap alcohol – all in all, better times.
Take a trip down memory lane with me, won't you...
''Ibiza? Too expensive. Puerto Banus? Too many posers. Magaluf? Perrrrrfect.''

Laziness conquers all.

Only to be turned pinker than a piglet.

Only to cleverly disguise wearing the same shorts seven days straight.

And you'll surely need it in a country of little to no drinking legislation.

#ItWillTurnToTan

Hangover-free too – a time of fleeting beauty.

After a prolonged period of study-snacking, sunlight-avoiding and gym-skipping.
Slick.

Not today, Satan!

TAKE A SHOT, GET WITH THEM, IN THE SEA.
FOR THE CRAIC.

No furniture? Check. Mould on the walls? Check. Rat in the pool? Double check.

Dream big, boys.

"But they told me they could get me into the afterparty!"

Booze cruise? Yep.
Booze crawl? Sure.
Boozy pub quiz? Sign me up!

Some things just cannot be unseen.

10+ pubescent teens living in close quarters in over 30° heat.
Oh, and they're always drinking.
Yum.

T-shirts, caps, badges, slap bracelets, forgotten children – you name it.

FOR THE LADS! FOR THE LADS!

Where did it all go wrong?

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