In 1986, I went with a lovely group of people. - including my wife and two daughters, who are still talking to me - to Ibiza.

I was given the award of 'The Most Embarrassing Person' at the end of the holiday.

I am never quite sure if it was because I urinated by the side of the road when we walked home from a night out or

was it the Hotel's Hypnotist saga?

One night - by the way, it was my 44th birthday during the holiday - a hypnotist was the hotel's evening entertainment.

There were about 350 people in the audience that night.  our group sat near the back.

A request was made for volunteers to go onto the stage to be hypnotized.  I wondered what happened when hypnotized and, to the surprise of the group, I walked up to and onto the stage.

Now, the hypnotist was spanish and he could only speak german and not english!   So, a volunteer, a german, from the audience , came onto the stage to translate Spanish to German to English.

First, we had to hold our hands and put our fingers from each hand together and reverse the hands.  He then hypnotized us and said we would be unable to pull our hands apart.  I couldn't.  However, even now I cannot!

The stage was then narrowed down to 2 volunteers.  A german and me.  The german went first and was levitated from the floor.

Then it was me.

I had to close my eyes and was told, when I opened them next, I would be an 8 year old holding a toy car.   I would then play with the car and not let anyone take the car away from me.

Are you keeping up?

I was handed what felt like a shoe.   I thought "What happens if it is a shoe when I open my eyes?"  Guess what?  It was!

Fearing for the hypnotists reputation, I went down onto the stage floor playing 'vroom, vroom' with the car.

After a while, he called for a member of my family to come and take the car away from me.

My daughter came up and I viciously pulled my car away from her.  Even now she is not sure if I

am the gentle Dad she thought I was.

Eventually, I was put back to sleep and told I would remember nothing.

I woke up and went back to my chair.   One of the group asked if I knew what had just happened.  "I've just been up to the stage." I said.  I then claimed that was all I remembered.

We went back to our rooms and I told my wife I was aware what happened.

The following morning we met one couple from the group.  They asked Ann, my wife, about the night before.  "A complete farce" she told them.

Their faces remain fixed in my mind.  They had only been up all night, arguing with each other as to whether I knew what had happened or not!

They were a lovely couple and I think I was eventually forgiven. (Unfortunately, one of the couple has since passed away.)

Which do you think deserved The Most Embarrassing Person Award??

Ah, those 80s memories...

 

Keep smiling