As I’m about to board a plane back to Ibiza - a bit pie-eyed, there's only one certainty about that chaotic rocky island that's similar to MNF - you can never guess what will happen next. But that is exactly ho wee like it, taking place entirely on location and featuring bared breasts (thanks Shahab!) and other sundry fun in the sun. The MNFers will claim a place in Mondays game - raise a lazy glass to the ultimate kick about…
The beetroot-coloured, burger-munching, lager-swiller is one of Britain's most famous exports - as you know. But the outside world is only now beginning to doff it's cap to the existence of our second great export… the gin-guzzling Fitterz. And where better to find them than in the grizzly depths of San Antonio's West End in Ibiza. So just for your enjoyment I scooped up three of them, sent them to the more affable surroundings of the Ocean Beach Club, stuck them on our table and asked them all where they are going for Rosh Hashanah?