How to pretend your relationship is working now you're trapped in the Algarve for a week

BOOKING a holiday was easy and the flight was painless, but now your dysfunctional relationship is about to be tested to the limit by spending time together. Here’s how to avoid disaster.

Have a conversation

If you don’t talk much these days, a holiday provides new topics so you can at least do an impression of a happy, talkative couple. Try: what time the hotel stops serving breakfast, the date of the Moorish occupation of the Iberian Peninsula, how the f**k the hotel room lights work. Admittedly they’re all quite dull, but on the upside when you finally work out how to turn the main light off but leave the bedside lamps on you’ll feel like f**king Oppenheimer.

Eat out a lot

Food really helps with tense silences. For example, in the Algarve they like grilled sardines, which are bigger than ours, so that’s a couple of minutes filled discussing relative fish sizes, plus there’s actually eating them and going ‘Mmm’. However the best food for unhappy couples is tapas, or ‘petiscos’ in Portugal. Every dish is a readymade conversation – ‘Look, a deep-fried ball of mashed potato!’ – even if it’s not exactly scintillating. Make sure to order one of everything.

Enjoy not having sex in a different location

If your sex life is more non-existent than it used to be, holidays are perfect for avoiding intimacy. Airports are genuinely knackering, lugging stuff to the beach is tiring, and even sitting on a coach mysteriously drains your life force, so at least being too tired for sex will be true for once. 

Don’t visit artisanal producers 

Your relationship is already spark-free, so the last thing you want is to add the tedium of watching someone make cheese. Also being surrounded by boring older couples offers a chilling vision of your future, and it would frankly be understandable if your partner decides to bale before she develops an interest in goat’s cheese.

Bond over being horrible about things

There may not be a lot of joy in your relationship, but you can find common ground in hating things abroad. Arsehole local taxi drivers, the Portuguese aversion to decent roads and weirdly dressed German tourists are all good. You might even find your partner’s toxic views about ‘those f**king chav scum by the pool’ so relatable you feel quite fond and have sex.

Go sightseeing separately

This projects a wonderful image of your relationship being so solid you’ve no problem with your partner toddling off on their own, and are looking forward to hearing all the details later. The truth is sightseeing offers limitless potential for arguments, and there’s no way your relationship can survive another row over where to go or which of you can’t follow a f**king GPS.

Always agree to go to the beach

If one partner, often female, likes beach holidays they’re usually so determined to have one they’d happily trek the length of Mordor to find a spot for their towel. If you’re more of an ‘activities’ person, stop being so f**king stupid and do what you’re told. Just make sure you have a good supply of podcasts. Tell yourself lots of people would probably like to go on holiday with Emily Maitlis and Lewis Goodall.

Give up on the whole ‘holiday’ concept

Ultimately it may be too risky to subject your relationship to the stresses of a holiday. Ditch the whole concept and just do something else. Your partner can go to the cinema and you’ve got your laptop so you can catch up on your work emails. If friends remark on you seeming to do entirely separate things while on holibobs, say you’re just two fiercely independent people. That’s why you love each other so much.

Woman unsure if she's having a brat summer or is a chaotic mess

A WOMAN is trying to work out whether she is embracing the ‘brat summer’ vibe, or if her shambolic life is simply spiralling out of control.

31-year-old Nikki Hollis has noticed that her disorganised existence has lots in common with the viral movement promoted by Charli XCX’s latest album, but cannot tell if the similarities are purely coincidental.

She said: “I used to think I was self-destructing in slow motion. It turns out there’s a chance I’ve been embodying the youthful spirit of 2024 all along. Which would be a relief.

“That would mean that numbing my constant anxiety with a live-in-the-moment party lifestyle isn’t deeply concerning. It actually means I’ve had my finger on the pulse the entire time, even though I didn’t channel these feelings into a hit album.

“My unpaid bills? Brat summer. The tooth I knocked out after falling over in the club last night? Brat summer. Being made redundant and moving into my car for the foreseeable future? Couldn’t be more brat summer if I tried.

“Either that or my life is on a concerning trajectory and I really need to get my shit together. Hard to tell. If I’m still alive in autumn, I’ll let you know if all this chaos was just a fad.”

Charli XCX said: “Sounds like she’s genuinely f**ked if you ask me. Although I admit it’s hard to tell.”