Bulgaria Ski discussion board

Sitting at my desk with a coffee and a fag,
Thumbing through the pages of the Crystal Skiing mag,
Looking at the places that I was at last week,
Gutted that it's over, no more to reach the peak.

No more chocolate brandy, or Karama for me,
Instead it's vending coffee, or disgusting flavoured tea,
No more cries of 'Nastravia' as the beer begins to flow,
Just telephones and messages, and the constant dream of snow.

No more tricks from Lizard, or Allys jokes to hear,
No more happy hours, consuming pints of beer,
No more Kareoke, or slammers lined up deep,
Just Terry Wogan telling me the M4 is blocked by sheep.

No more levs to barter with, no lighters for a quid,
No more visits to the loo, with disgusting plastic lid,
No more M-TEL showing on my mobile phone,
Just a message from dear Vodaphone that welcomes me back home.

But soon I will recover, the Summer is not far,
And once again we will meet up in the Happy Duck for a jar,
And all the crap that fills our days will all be left behind,
For happiness and fun and joy, and for people that are kind.

So off you go you people, still yet to travel out,
You'll give it all you've got to give, of that I have no doubt,
And when your parties over, and the fun is out of reach,
Just book your summer holiday, to Bulgaria Sunny Beach.

Pamps Pete