Georide Shore - Magaluf Madness.

What a great idea, classic fish out of water stuff! Take the Geordie Shore crew, who do nothing but bonk, booze, and fight and yank them right out of their comfort zone. So what to do with them, a cultural weekend in Vienna, an opera at La Scala? No, stick them in a villa in Magaluf.

Yep, as sequels go Magaluf Madness was very much more of the same but with better weather. In fact the only people who didn't think it was very much more of the same were our Geordie heroes. "It's Magaluf!" they would exclaim, then do exactly what they do in Newcastle.

The only slight twist was each 'character', for want of a better word, had their own, sort of, storyline.

Would the ascorbic Vicky be able to keep her acid tongue in check?.... She couldn't. Would Sophie be able to stay virginal for the week?.... She couldn't.
Would Jay assiduously bonk his way through the Magaluf phone book?.... He did.
Would Charlotte and Gaz spoon then fork?.... They did
Would Charlotte deeply regret it in the morning?.... She did.
Would Gaz shrug his shoulders and crack on?.... He did.

That left the main dramatic thrust of the show, no pun intended, could Greg and James 'tash on' before the end of the week? They moaned about the lack of opportunity, like they were in the Alaskan wilderness, while Jay was upstairs knocking off the Magaluf netball team. Would they, could they? This was edge of the seat stuff and we were all rooting for them, no pun intended. Well they didn't. Crest fallen they made their way home with the rest of the crew. The show seemed to finish abruptly, no 'what were the lessons learnt' no hindsight.

Surely this must be the last we see of this confederacy of dunces. They've played their part, mildly entertained us, now it is time to wave them a fond farewell as they bonk, booze, and fight their way into the distance.

Over