At first glance when this documentary came on, I thought, “Why must the BBC taunt us so? Beautiful beaches, hot sun, booze on tap…” while we’re freezing our nads off here in snowy Britain.
But then came pools of vomit, young people probably getting the clap and our adolescent temporary exports justifying the reason that the UK is known throughout Europe as one big lager lout. And after about ten minutes of the documentary, I was thinking, “Come to think of it, rather than wishing I was there, I’m rather glad I’m not there.”
Magaluf – or ‘shagaluf’ as it’s also known, and justifiably – was featured as the backdrop to this film about, mainly, binge drinking. Though it would be a wrong and generic condemnation of all teenagers and people in their early twenties, it would seem that going to Magaluf meant booze + bonk. Nothing else seemed to matter.
And perhaps I’m just an old fart – though I don’t recall being similarly obsessed in my younger days either – but I don’t see the point of it. If all you want to do is get obliterated and sleep with random people, why spend the money to go somewhere warm to do it? Any nightclub anywhere can offer you the same thing surely?
I also don’t get the whole urge to get totally wasted either. I’ve been so, many many times, but it was never intentional; it just sort of happened. So I don’t understand – again – why many of the young people featured in this film actively did their damndest to get as drunk as possible.
The documentary opened with the statement that its purpose was to “examine the risks that British tourists take with their mind, body and soul” and those risks are around every corner it would seem, and actively embraced by many.
Radio 1 presenter Greg James followed several young people around as they went about their usually drunken business in Magaluf, and among those he met was Hannah who, prior to her adopting a new and not necessarily very pleasant persona in Magaluf was a reserved and quiet person, so she says.
But clearly she underwent some seismic change in the resort because it was commonplace for her to get her boobs out at every opportunity – again, something I don’t see the appeal of – and she thinks nothing of sleeping with a variety of random strangers.
In one instance, her flatmates had locked her out so she stated quite matter of factly, “I’ll have to find someone to sleep with then…”
Hannah’s transmogrification is down to one thing; vodka. In large quantities. In fact, Hannah relies on Vodka to get her through the day and worryingly – but again very matter of factly – she said that she gets “the shakes” if she hasn’t had a drink by about 1pm. DTs in one so young are a worry…
Others featured of course but though the characters differed, the end result did not. Booze + sun + sex = bad headache, possible disease, possible pregnancy, most likely regret, most definitely made poorer, in all senses of the word.
And though we didn’t see arguably the worst of loutish behaviour ever, it wasn’t pretty to watch nonetheless, and as ever with shows that visit some Brits abroad, I felt rather embarrassed that we give such a god-awful impression to our hosts in foreign lands.