Our 70's holiday in Benidorm, Spain with my family and fathers workmates, sent us into a new realm of the unknown. Few can say they ever had a Christmas holiday like this, confined in the Holiday Hotel of the Grim Reaper, a mixture of black comedy, filled with horrors, heart attacks, coffins, funerals and inedible food. My book describes the whole dark comedy side of the numerous events which occurred. The narrative in first person tries to involve the reader into the character of the participants and to see the funny side of what involved us all.
