What is it with all these women. Seen it in Spain, Tunisia,Egypt and Africa. Picking up 20 yr old beach bums and some in Spain with old men with greasy hair...gypo types. Are they having a mid-life criis or what. Can't they get a guy for a proper relationship

... they're not worse than men.

But sometimes after a proper relationship, another one is the last thing they want.

As per the 20 year old bums... my eyes have followed a few, better to my taste 25-30 yo, just as my husband's have followed some blossoms, 20-25

Not that anything would happen, I take marriage seriously and would not give second chances myself.

But no old men with greasy hair and gold chain for me, thanks, just something to delight my eyes

Maybe something to do with womens lib and all that.
They're generally middle aged and usually have a hubby back home.
Maybe just got to the stage when they think life's passing them by, the sprogs have flown the nest and it's time to exercise a bit of independance by galavanting off on their own or occasionally with a friend.
The Scandinavian women especially are very independant and generally rule the roost back home.

The gigolos in Benidorm are wary of young, skinny and beautiful girls, most of whom have too much balls for them. (Haven't you watched the programme)?

The fat Northern girls are safer, apart from the fact that they outnumber the skinny Southerners by around 50 to one.

If you hear a southern accent in Benidorm, you can claim a prize at the town hall.

OK, one last one then. If you walk down Calle Girona at any time of the day or night and don't hear a Geordie accent, you're deaf.

Quite a few jocks and irish along there as well.
Used to go in a place called Scuffy Murphys which certainly lived up to its name.

A Glasgow family landed in one night with a pushchair loaded to the gunnels with boxes of whisky. The toddler who should have been in the pushchair was left crawling about on the floor and after about half an hour they noticed he'd disappeared.
Mad panic, went outside searched the streets, called the cops, just about given up when he turned up with a chinese girl from the local bazaar where he'd crawled inside under one of the stalls.

Same bar,...this other Glaswegian lady hobbled along to the door every night on a pair of crutches, stuck them behind the door and then proceeded to do everything from an irish jig to rock and roll, before eventually hobbling back home on her crutches, terrified someone might catch her on a vid and pass it on to the social.

You seem to have a hang up about fat Northern girls? Do you have any idea how absolutely rude your posts read? Any glimpse of how awful they are? Probably not. There are a couple of posters here who want to read their own posts as others would see them and trust me when I say the posts do nothing to show you in a good light.

For goodness sake, what is wrong with you? You will find that most posters on this forum have a sense of humour and thus make a discussion more enjoyable because of it.

If you can't make fun out of some Benidorm stereotypes, then you can't make fun out of anything.

Obviously you are not a fan of Freddy Mercury and Queen


As for the stereotype FNGs in Benidorm, they dont give a thought to the innocent bystanders or people of a nervous disposition........

There's too much frivolity on this thread. To get back to the article about expats.

I wonder if half-expats count? I lot of Brits come over just for the winter, especially to places like Benidorm. They keep their homes in the UK and are semi-retired, pensioners, or work over the internet. They rent for the six winter months in Spain, and there are thousands of suitable and cheap rentals available to them.

Integration is obviously not an issue for them, they are not affected by property prices, nor Spanish bureaucracy; and merely jig it up in the sun for six months of the year, every year.

Considering heating and other costs, (alcohol and cigarettes), it can be cheaper than staying at home. And to see Freddy Mercury is free.

(I visited Benidorm last year and came down a hotel lift full of Elvises, there was an Elvis convention in town).

Good point, most of them are old timers and have little need to integrate other than amongst fellow Brits, or learn the lingo, which can be very difficult for old folk, though most of them know enough to get by within their own environment.
I used to spend the odd month or two in Beni myself in mid-winter a few years back.
It was certainly cheap and cheerful living back then and as you say no heating costs.
I reckon the rental co. were probably out of pocket with me, because I always carried a couple of spare electric fires with me and left them plugged in almost around the clock.

I'm not much into Mercury but I would have loved to catch the Elvis convention.
Quite a few of my best friends are Elvises. lol.

Nothing at all wrong with me and I'm all for humour, but not the Jim Davidson kind which is often cruel.

Benidorm off season can be a good deal for pensioners, my inlaws used to go for a couple of months a year. It was cheaper for them to lock up house and fly out on a two month full board deal than stay home. Sadly mum in law got hit by a car and her hip was smashed then the Spanish Hospital botched up the repair work on her so its taken the best part of two years to get her back on her feet so to speak. They are resilient and stoic so I've no doubt they will return.

Not my favourite resort but for a fun family holiday its hard to beat I suppose especially if your on a tight income and can get a good all inclusive deal.

Anybody remember Lloret back in the 60's? That was my first taste of Spain and as a youngster I was well impressed.

I went on a holiday to Lloret during the miner's strike. My partner and I picked up the coach from Dover, which had already been filled up in Yorkshire and my partner, a Cockney lady, did get some stick, but my Glasgow accent calmed them down a bit. I'm bi-lingual, I can speak Cockney as well.

We got really friendly with a couple from Leeds, but I noticed that the guy was very apprehensive when we got to the Spanish/French border on the way home. We only had to show our passport once we crossed into France and the border officials had a heated discussion when they saw our pal from Leeds' passport. At one stage they were going to haul him off the bus and I could see that he wasn't going to go quietly, and he was one big guy.

A couple more gendarmes got on the coach and one with a bit of rank decided to let him stay. The man showed me his passport once we were safely on the French motorways.

He had been deported twice, once from Rhodesia and once from Spain. We promised to keep in touch when we got home, but never did.

My parents used to go there often in the 60s and really liked it until they got a taste for the Canaries a few years later.
I used it many times as an overnight stop on route elsewhere about ten years or so back, but for the life of me I could never see the attraction of the place.
I woke up in Lloret one morning to find that the hotel was surrounded by the sea.
When it went back out again there were lots of cars on the promenade road completely buried under sand.
The rest of the sand where the beach had been had virtually disappeared, presumably all washed away out to sea.

The last time I was there was around 1995 and my childhood memories were shattered. We were on a driving holiday in a campervan and only stayed a night, the place was very run down, hope its improved now. We pulled over for a couple of nights at Tossa which was nice. That was a good holiday, drove as far as Gib before heading for a leisurely drive home.