Barmy Brits Abroad: The Hilarious True Diary of a Holiday Entertainer

When you’re at work, do people lick you? Do grown men sing birdsong in your face? Do pensioners in dressing gowns storm in and insult you?

Do armed police frequently burst in? Do people urinate on you, defecate in your workspace and flash you their piercings where the sun doesn’t shine?

In Brad’s job as a holiday entertainer, they do. And that’s on the quieter nights.

Either that, or he’s getting chatted up by grannies:

‘I don’t call mine knickers. I call them marquees.’

Barmy Brits Abroad is a fly-on-the-wall diary direct from the front line of holiday entertainment.

It’s absolute chaos from cover to cover and quite worryingly all true.

Wait until you hear about Spoon Man and the orifice.

If you like a hilarious holiday read that’ll make you sneeze sangria out of your nose and clear a few sunbeds, scroll up to buy now.

P.S. If you’re easily offended, buy a €14 airport sandwich, not this book. It contains strong language, adult humour and one incident involving a man giving birth to a fifty-year-old woman.