Welcome to Playafun, where you can see the other half whooping it up in Sitges


         Another Monday morning in a dreary London office, and it's still drizzling outside. And Debbie from Photocopying is nowhere to be seen. Where could she be? She's not back from her holidays! More than likely she's chucked her job and decided to stay on in Sitges. More than likely you'll find her here with us.

         Yes! This is where you can see your friends having themselves a great old time in Sitges, Costa Dorada, Spain. And they probably have no intention of going back to their boring jobs. Tanning through the day, dancing through the night. Would you go back? Of course not! A never-ending life of champagne Sangria and chip butties.

         So have a little wander round, and start preparing your resignation letter.






Yes please
Let me in, I'm dead jealous. I want to see my friends. Right now!
No thank you
This is a bunch of twaddle. Take me to scintillating, high-brow, contemporary literature please.




We forgot to put our e-mail address on the site so the phone won't stop ringing and the fax paper's about to run out. And, of course, with the difference in time zones, the likes of Hillary Clinton continually keeps calling in the middle of the night.

We have, therefore, been forced to change our phone number, but should any of you wish to grease our palms, or are seeking expensive publicity, you can always contact us by e-mail, like normal people, at the following address:

lordlewd@playafun.com








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We've been in business only a short time, and already several heads of state, two has-been rock bands and one chief of a regional autonomous authority have tried to file multi-pound defamation suits against us in a sad attempt at publicity-seeking. Well they can all BOG OFF!!.

The board of directors at Playafun cannot be held responsible for the childish views and opinions expressed by its reporters. So go sue their pants off and leave us alone! In fact we would be willing to pay for information on their whereabouts as they've lumbered us with massive unpaid bar tabs up and down the coast.

Furthermore,... (cont. p.98).