So we'll start with the horrors of holidays past. Yes. What were holidays like for you, Vic, when you were drinking?

Well, funny, I just, before I got here, I looked up the word holiday very briefly and the explanation the definition is an extended period of leisure

and recreation now for me leisure and recreation you know i wonder if that means casual

sex and recreational drugs because that's really what it translates for as me that's how we got

it wrong yeah because no that's what i got it that's what i because, no, that's why I got it. That's what I thought it was. Because that's all I did. Basically, my holidays were aimed at pulling men and drinking. That was it. From a very young age, actually. There was no mints on pillows and floppy hats by the swimming pool. It was based around getting as much booze down my neck as I possibly could at the airport.

Yeah, of course.

Yeah, let's talk a little bit about those airport beers.

So suddenly you're flown into a country at any time of the day where your holiday begins.

And it could be 7 o'clock in the morning and I would be ordering beers and on the plane as well.

It was an opportunity, another opportunity to get drunk and smoking cigarettes on the back of the plane. I know. Wasn't that madness. Most poor people who sat in the row in front of the smoking row. I mean, what was it all about? I don't know. Imagine being a really stringent non-smoker and sitting the row next to the smokers at the back.

And then I also used to go in the smoking room at the airport.

Oh, yes, a smoking room at the airport, which was about the size of this booth that we're in.

Yeah. With everyone crammed into it having a cigarette and it was just an awful place.

It was disgusting, wasn't it?

But, you know, if you were having your 7 o'clock in the morning beer, you may as well go all the way and squeeze yourself into the smokers room and have a fag with a hundred other people. You'd always meet sort of like-minded souls in the smoking room and be like, all right, mate, let's have a cigarette together. Where you go in Miorca?

It was like a kind of like a camaraderie place, wasn't it?

Where you could meet people who were as crazy as you were at the bar a big nose you know rosy-nosed drinkers were always sat up there from seven till the plane took off and if there were delays of course you got a lot of pissed people on the flight definitely. And then, as you say, when you're on the plane, my ex-husband and I used to always have to have a Bloody Mary. That was our aeroplane drink, a Bloody Mary. Yeah. So, you know, that was just part and parcel of a holiday when we were younger. Yeah. In the beginning it was a bit more innocent my holidays.

I mean, we used to, from the ages of 14 and 16, go to France.

It always ended up, you know, us with the exhaust pipe of the citron dragging along the motorway because our car was all filled up with cheap beers from France to take across on the ferry.

But my parents used to drive us and drop us off at the town where the nightclubs are

and then come and pick us up at 4 o'clock in the morning.

So from 14 to 16, those very young teenage years,

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