Corn&Wool.

Right. Here goes.
Friday - victoria, kfc, take picture of yasmin with kfc, 9hr journey inc dancing mainly, stop in shitty plymouth - scuzzy area, get there, in taxi sarah tells the driver "we're from essex..one word really init.", put up tent in dark with uber hammer, me sleep with hammer for whole holiday, take video of us being "french".
Saturday - take a great stroll into Porthleven, made to jump over shit fence into thorns and stinging nettles by wak, cut up legs, bakery - food, eat chips, take pictures, walk back, wak gets hammer and hammers, wak waves flag as i tidy, bed.
Sunday - hot, sunny, beach, made to wear bikini by wak in front of beautiful lifeguards that i try to take photos of but see me, get in waves, wak falls over millions of times, i am uberstrong wave girl, dry off in sun, go commando for 2 minutes, eat eat eat yummy toffee muffin, eat food somewhere, go home, wak makes washing line and waves flag as i tidy, bed.
Monday - rain, buy presents in porthleven, go to shit pub for food and want to smash in barmaids face, few fitties (sarah marries ice cream boy), go home, wak waves flag, i tidy, bed.
Tues - Porthleven to buy crisps, make cornish cream tea wrong with pot, see waves, get ice cream, mountain walk to see loe bar, go tent, get dressed, have food at lovely pub with fit boy in it. Sleep.
Wednes - 6.30am, pack remainers, take down tent, be lateish for taxi, sarah hour in toilet :p, drops us at wrong coach stop so walk to right one, get on coach, read 3 long books, take drugs, burger king, home.