Stag Night In Nice
plan was to stay up all night drinking and catch the Easyjet flight back home the next morning. Sadly, the groom wasn't setting a good enough pace, so it was up to me to lead the charge.

Woken up by a security dog (and his very unimpressed French handler) in a hotel Plaza. Phone rings a couple of minutes later, my 'mates' are boarding the plane and are wondering where I am. Start walking, thinking I may stumble across the airport in the next five minutes (not all pistons are firing yet).

An hour later I catch a cab. 15 Euros lighter I wander to the Easyjet help desk where I am put on the next flight for no extra charge. Awesome! Whilst in the queue for check-in I realise I don't have my passport. No idea where it is. Bugger! An Easyjet manager tells me to visit the airport police who helpfully hand me the number of the British consulate in Nice (written on a the back of a scrap of paper). It's Sunday, the line is an answering machine. Back to the 'help' desk and after a few minutes on the phone with a guy from Luton airport immigration they agree to let me travel on my drivers licence (the French authorities cannot get rid of me quick enough). Arrive home a mere six hours later than planned.

Prologue 1: I have to hand it to Easyjet, I was expecting to get royally screwed for loads of extra cash, but instead didn't have to pay anything extra whatsoever. W/Y.

Prologue 2: My mates later tell me that I was with them at the airport at 7:00am. Between then and 9:00 I had managed to get a 15 Euro cab ride away and have a kip.

Prologue 3: Passport was later found in Nice airport. Lost & found refused to post it to me and I had to pay for it to be couriered to the UK.
(Griffit, Wed 8 Mar 2006, 1:08, Reply)