Rather than talk you through a 12 week shoot I struggle to remember myself, I will make it easy for all us about compile a nice bite sized, click bait list.

The 8 Things about Pure Marbella that I can still accurately recall.

(1) Sleep is overrated

Our shooting schedule was all kinds of stupid. We would work 10am - 7pm in the office Monday to Friday and then do night shoots on Mondays, Wednesday and Saturdays. Night shoots started at 1am and usually finished around 8am. As there was no time to sleep we would leave the club, go grab a coffee and then attempt to work all day. We were so tired the first few weeks we would literally go into our boardroom and lock the door, put our heads on the desk and sleep. We would usually be woken in a pool of our own drool by a meeting we had forgotten about. It was hell and Red Bull wouldn't be a thing for another year.

(2) I do not have a career in Radio

Just before we started filming we went to local English station Spectrum FM and recorded an interview about the show. There was Isabelle, Mickaela and Myself. We were shocking. I had naturally assumed I would Howard Stern in the booth all edgy and witty, instead I was more Howard the Duck. We spent two hours in the studio that afternoon and what eventually aired was about 5 minutes of me stuttering like a maniac to complete a single coherent sentence., whilst the girls only gave one word answers. 

(3) Never start your day in a packed nightclub at 4am.

We realised about a month in, that the DJ's would only do an interview after their sets finished about 6am. So we decided to get some sleep and arrive at the club at its peak time of about 4am. You know that feeling when you meet up with some friends later in the night for whatever reason and they are just on another plane of existence at that point?. A combination of vodka, shots and narcotics coursing through their veins has made the people you like annoying to the point you want to eat your own head. If you try to catch up at this point you will end up in hospital with alcohol poisoning, so you just stay sober and self righteous. Imagine that feeling, but its not your mates and its several thousand strangers in a very loud nightclub. You are sober and alert and every other fucker is off their tits and dancing into you over and over as you make your way through the club. It sucks!

You then have to then try and interview some of these people for the show. I am a pro and try my best to translate these peoples slurring, but its pointless and one sided as a rap battle between Eminem and a pod of happy gurning dolphins. 

(4) I Will Never Like House Music Again.

Think of a big name House Music DJ from the 90's and I have probably interviewed them. Carl Cox, David Morales, Frankie Knuckles, Roger Sanchez, Ralph Lawson, John Acquaviva, Little Louie Vega, Erick Morillo... the list goes on. As someone who neither knew nor cared anything about house music it made me great as an interviewer as I wasn't intimidated or felt I had anything to lose by chatting to them about whatever the fuck I wanted. Only thing is they would somehow turn a question like "Bacon, Back or Streaky?, Into a pitch for their latest 12inch release, "Back, baby as I'm bringing it back, baby.. on my new 12inch remix out Now in all good stores!" they were to my disappointment not the crazy pill heads I had imagined all DJ's to be, but were stone cold pros drilled by PR execs to sell, sell, sell. I also have to confess after 12 weeks and about 30 nights shooting in these clubs it killed any interest I have in house music. Sorry, can't stand it now, its all just noise to me.

(5 ) Some People Really, really, really hated us.

About five weeks into the show someone sent us an anonymous email from a ghost account. It contained a web address for some obscure sub sub sub domain. It was called The Rich People Show. When you opened the page you were greeted by a tinny version of the Muppet Show theme tune. There was a splash page with an animated crosshairs moving between photos of all of the crews heads. There were five or six pages of content, all of which featured Me, Andy or Chris with our heads crudely photoshopped onto gay porn. There was also text about where they had seen us last and how we weren't really tv people just fakers and that if people see us would beat us up.

I was not upset, I was not embarrassed, I was in fact honoured. Someone we knew hated us enough to dedicate a day of their life to building a website about us. I must now be famous. People we sort of knew from wherever in our local bars had clearly seen the site and would come up to us half mocking and say, aren't you humiliated, aren't you embarrassed?. 

NO, I said.... Its freaking awesome. It literally shut them up instantly, they had expected a different reaction. With no one offended they quickly gave up. 

(6) For that one summer I was more famous than Dec of Ant and Dec.

I was in one of my local bars in Puerto Banus one night, (Used to be Flicks) chugging a few beers, being cool, playing pool. I see a sad looking bastard in double denim sat all alone at the bar. It was that dude from Byker Grove (Spuggy). He was by himself looking all forlorn and stuff. The place was busy, but no one was interested in talking to him, Me included. I could see him looking around and it was literally like he was waiting for anyone to remember who he was and talk to him. All the time looking down on him from the wall was the promotional Poster for our show. My bare chested glory commanding worship from him like a bronzed idol. A couple of tourist girls see I am the guy on the poster and come over for a chat and a photo. I finish my beer and leave feeling sorry for him. Sorry mate you've had your moment. At this moment right now, I was literally better known and more famous than Dec. At least in Marbella. 

(7) Don't abuse peoples generosity

Entrances to nightclubs, free drinks and bottles of vodka and mixers, free food. You name it, we didn't pay for it that summer in the clubs. We had an entire entourage of people willing to carry our shit on a night out as they would be waved in as part of the crew. It was awesome. But we only drank socially in one bar. Devils in Puerto Banus was our spiritual home. The Legend that is Cab/Cap let us have an unlimited free tab for the summer provided we shot a few nights there and did our episode premieres there. Unlimited means he did the maths. He knew us well and knew we nearly always drank only local beer. It shouldn't cost him much. This was true. Initially, but once we realised we weren't getting charged, the floodgates opened and we would just order for anyone with us all night, hundreds of shots, upside down margaritas, you name it, we ordered it. We so we totally abused his generosity. We were all 19 - 20 years old and even now I am still mortified by our behaviour to a cool guy,

Eventually his usually absent partner heard about his unofficial deal and said, nope.... work out what they owe and make them pay for it. I think our bar tab was about 10K. As no one knew the exact figures we negotiated down to 5k.  So we ended up banned from our favourite bar for nearly a year whilst we paid it off.

7) Darryn and Chris started to hate each other.

We agreed to sell our show to sky digital for 5k an episode. Not a lot at all, but if it was any good they would approve a new series next year.  They just needed the first three complete 25 minute episodes to confirm quality, etc. As we were shooting and editing weekly it was a tight schedule.

We filmed an ass load of footage, but in order to sell the show to Sky we edited our best footage into the first three episodes. We really didn't pace it out at all and by episode 7 we were already down to the really bad and stinky footage. I take zero blame, I wasn't involved in editing. That was down to Chris and Darryn. They were starting to have creative issues and we were going out and filming interviews with anyone remotely interesting to gather extra material as the summer period was long over by now. They eventually couldn't edit together and started sabotaging each other. They would literally sneak in and out of the office at different times day and night and reedit already finished footage and save over master files. 

Chris also felt he deserved more money than anyone else as he had negotiated the deal with SKY. Darryn reminded him it was our equipment and editing facilities that had made it all possible and the money belonged to the company. Chris decided to unilaterally fix the situation by trying to hardball SKY. He demanded a minimum of 10k an episode, they laughed, he got arsey, they put down the phone and never picked up for us again.  It all ended in fisticuffs and Chris was asked to remove himself from the office. 

8) I do not present TV anymore because of Russell Brand

When I saw the first three finished episodes for SKY I was excited. I sincerely felt it would lead to more presenting work,perhaps an MTV Europe gig. Then one night I was watching MTV. They had their own club show that was on late at night. There was this random presenter guy that was just off the wall crazy, compelling and charismatic. He was doing exactly the same thing that I had done all summer, but he was just magnetic and could engage people instantly and get the most out of even the more party addled lunatic. I watched my episodes again and my heart sunk, they were competent enough, but not edgy or nearly charistmatic enough next to this guy. It knocked my confidence for six and I literally decided that I just wasn't cut out for presenting, because I would never be as good as that random guy... That random guy turned out to be a very young Russel Brand. Had I known I was comparing myself to one of the best at random schtick I might have stuck with it. 

Well I hope you enjoyed this little look at our fun little show. What happened to the episodes. etc. Its a long story as well. They might still exist out there, but who has the betamax tapes now, who knows. All that exists is the one low def trailer we used to sell the thing, 

I uploaded it over a decade ago now and I have included the links to those who believe this may be all bullshit. This is Rock Scarborough saying goodnight!"