Allow me to be the five millionth person to write that sending the Geordie Shore crew to Cancun is like sending coles to Newcastle.
But the producers didn't ship our confederacy of dunces all off, to Mexico, together. I suppose putting that lot on one air craft is a guarantee it gets an emergency landing and armed marshals storm the plane. So they entered the villa in dribs and drabs and obviously Vicky was left until last, mainly so everyone else could have a pleasant few days, before she hits.
Gaz told us how he will have to adapt his game to suit Cancun, what works on a drunken night in Newcastle, might not transfer, so readily, to a drunken night in Mexico but he need not of worried, it appears his skills are universal. James, still sporting his trademark comb over, took with him a hundred condoms and we all know he will come back with a ninety nine; he'll probably keep his keys and money in the other. Jay is 'loved up', with a girlfriend back home, so he is only in Cancun for the cultural tours and a spot of sunbathing. I'm sure it won't be too long before we see fifty shades of Jay. Sophie left her Popeye armed boyfriend, Joel, back in Blighty then got annoyed when she phoned him and he was actually out with girls. This made her so angry she 'slut dropped' her way to first prize in a dry humping competition. You had to feel proud, shame it's not an Olympic sport. Charlotte, the Oscar Wilde of Geordie wit, is her usual self. Making out she is not bothered by Gaz, and the parsnip, then everything she does is in reaction to him. Beckie and Holly were just, sort of there, they really don't pop like the rest. And Holly without eye make up is unrecognisable.
Our happy go lucky bunch kept saying how they were going to meet Mexicans, but when they did meet one, in the shape of their 'new boss', Cancun Chris, who looks like a heavy in a Steven Seagal film, they didn't like him. Mainly because he gave them orders, like don't touch his special bottle of tequila, on the top shelf of his bar. Now this might be a Brear Rabbit type ploy because saying 'don't touch the tequila' to these bozos is basically giving them an invitation to knock it back. It would be nice to think it is pure laxative or something, but this mob crap and throw up all the time, so I'm not sure they would even notice. Well Vicky and Ricky turned up near the end of the show all luvvie dovey; but I am sure it wont be long before Vicky cries havoc and lets slip the dogs of war.
The Geordie Shore crew like to call themselves a family,on the evidence of what we have seen so far, I think Charles Manson would approve.
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