As part of my farewell with my village friends we went for my last weekend on the pea-sized island to the farmhouse of our German blooded pal. After a week packing, cleaning and backing up, I was barely better than a zombie and the farmhouse was very quite with only the cook and his madam arriving before me. The fun wasn't far away though cause we were about to fabricate the nastiest joke we've probably ever played on anyone.

After several years going against the flow, my friend the cook decided to resign to peer-pressure and buy a mobile. Knowing his perverse mindset he didn't take long to start getting wicked with his new toy. Last week he started messaging our other friend, who isn't very lucky (to put it mildly) with the gentler sex, playing the part of a 20 year old girl who secretly likes him. The joke had been going on for about a week and since its beginning our pals had already written several pages worth of script. Needless to say, our poor friend was burning with desire to meet his secret admirer after she returned from hospital following an alcohol poisoning, and a weekend-in punishment.

On Friday the cook got the ingenious idea of making our friend go and knock the door of Stef his secret admirer while filming everything from the field in front of the house.

At around 2230 we drove to the target door, careful to conceal the car, and walked covertly in the fields just in front of the house. By the time we arrived Joseph was still at home preparing himself for this much anticipated meeting with Stef, giving us enough time to find the best location and setup the camera gear to film the event.

You might be sharp enough to ask, how someone in his right frame of mind would consider knocking a door after 10 at night. The excuse was that Stef's mother wanted to ensure that her daughter was in good company after the mishap of last week's party that sent her to hospital. This stupid excuse peppered with a 'sweetheart' and 'darling' every once in a while toyed with our friend Joseph's common sense and convinced him to play along.

Few minutes later the white Tojota parked in front of 'Anfield' the targeted house and while he kept the car running, Joseph hesitantly approached the brown wooden door. I was in charge of taking the footage of the event while Stef was texting away convincing him to knock the door. Now Joseph was a perfect personification of a living dilemma - shall I knock or not, knock or not, knock or not, KNOCK KNOCK!!! In the silence of the night the knock, quickly followed by the barking of dogs from inside, reached our eardrums. After knocking Joseph withdrew away from the door as if it was going to pounce at him, and waited for a response.

No reply from inside.

I was trying to keep the camera still from laughing although a part of me pitied him. Seeing that there was no reply Joseph messaged Stef asking her to come and open, but Stef convinced him to knock even harder because her mother didn't hear the first knock. Perplex and anticipant he went to knock for a second time but with the same result. Should somebody have opened this blessed door we would have died with laughter, but lady luck must have had mercy on him and avoided further embarrassment.

Seeing that all his efforts were in vain Joseph tried one last time but still no reply. Satisfied that the joked worked perfectly Stef said, "listen, promise me that you'll not laugh at me" to which Joseph replied, "of course not." Stef said "because you see, I'm a little bit gay." Just as the pixels formed this message we heard the tires screech and the car dart away in fury.

Few seconds later we got the reply, an epic pearl quote saying, "how I wish that you'd pay all the money I spent on texting you in pills".

As soon as we returned back to the farmhouse the cook challenged us to bet whether he'll manage to convince him that he's not really a gay. We didn't have time to ponder on the question because 2 messages later Joseph started dreaming about Stef again ...

The rest of the weekend was spent chatting with my pals, drinking, listening to music and playing Stef. We slept really late on Saturday after all of us turned into seasoned psychologists analysing the mentality of our friend Joseph, who joined us for a special seafood dinner (with salmon, crabs, muscles) oblivious of anything we did the day before.

I received 3 cool presents to take with me; a lighter - because I always ask for one, a business card holder - because now I'll get loads of those, and a mini grooming kit - just in case I forget to take a comb when I'm abroad.

At the end it was a very nice week-end, I'll willfully remember for a long time.