Dan goes on summer vacation to Majorca and frequents a bar called Jocks. Would he get in trouble for shagging the bar owner’s wife?
I just turned twenty when I went to Magaluf on the Spanish island of Majorca. Back in those days they called it Shagaluf. For obvious reasons. It was the last summer before completing my degree, a final chance to let my hair down, then it would be time to start a job. 'Stockbroker,' I thought. I was studying Business at Durham University so that seemed like the right career path. As I've always been a bit of a loner I decided to visit Magaluf by myself. And I won't deny the prospect of meeting loads of young, sexy, wanton women...