Hungry pranksters demand Ibiza holidaymaker brings them a ‘Pizza Hut meat feast with garlic dip’ if he wants his … – Daily Mail

Two Britons working on the party island of Ibiza decided to make the most of finding a fellow countryman’s mobile phone after he lost it at a club – by holding it for ransom in exchange for pizza.

Reiss White and Kelly-Anne Philipp, both seasonal workers on Ibiza, discovered a lost mobile phone in the world’s largest nightclub, Privilege Ibiza.

They were able to make contact with the owner, Adam Fleming from Birmingham, and agreed to return the phone the following day, if he brought them a meal from Pizza Hut.

Happy ending: Finder Reiss White returns the phone to Adam Fleming in exchange for pizza 

Happy ending: Finder Reiss White returns the phone to Adam Fleming in exchange for pizza 

Happy ending: Finder Reiss White returns the phone to Adam Fleming in exchange for pizza 

The pair even included a series of warnings, including a funny snap of the mobile phone tied to a chair, and that the phone would ‘lose a button’ if he went to a cheaper takeaway.

When Mr Fleming tried to barter – offering onion rings instead – they sent a photo of the phone dangling precariously over a toilet to show they meant business.

However, the tale had a happy ending, with the pranksters returning the phone and Mr Fleming gratefully handing over a pizza as thanks for them finding and giving it back. 

Now back on home soil, Mr Fleming has commended the pair for their creativity and admits he was just glad it didn’t get into the hands of thieves.

Mr White, from Tamworth, Staffordshire, said: ‘We were at Privilege and Kelly-Anne found the phone when it started ringing.

Reiss White, pictured left and right with Kelly-Anne Philipp, found the phone in a nightclub on the Spanish party island of Ibiza and demanded pizza in exchange for its safe return

Jokers: The pair even included a series of warnings, including a funny snap of the mobile phone tied to a chair

Jokers: The pair even included a series of warnings, including a funny snap of the mobile phone tied to a chair

Jokers: The pair even included a series of warnings, including a funny snap of the mobile phone tied to a chair

‘She answered it and it was the guy’s friend so we got his number and was texting the guy on that phone.

‘She kept the lost phone safe while we carried on partying and we agreed to meet the guy after his boat party.

‘After a while, we thought ‘let’s have a bit of fun here’. We were heading to a takeaway anyway because it was that time of the night, around 3am, so we told him to pick us up a pizza.’

The original ransom text read: ‘So you have two options: At the minute your phone is in one piece.

‘If you want you want [sic] it to stay that way you will have to make your way to Pizza Hut where you will order a meat feast pizza – not a slice, the whole pizza – with garlic dip and BBQ dip and 18 chicken rocks!

‘You will bring it to a location that I will send you at 21.30. You will then have 15 minutes to bring to the location.

‘If for any reason you are one minute late the phone will be sold to a looky kooky [sic] man for a score.

‘If you think you can cut corners and save money by going to Kebab Star, little miss Samsung will be losing a button.

‘Threats’: The pranksters demanded a pizza and fried chicken in exchange for the phone, and threatened to drop it into a toilet

‘I suggest you comply with the rules if you want to see your sh***y little d*** pics again. I will now send you pictures to show you that this is not a joke.’

The duo then mocked up an image of the phone tied to a chair while the two of them and a pal held a knife to it, covering their faces with makeshift masks and hats.

Mr White said: ‘In the end, he asked us to give him the pin for his card in his phone. We told him we were only joking but he did it anyway.

‘He was laughing as well and I think he just appreciated that we’d not just stolen the phone.

‘He bought us a 14inch Meat Feast pizza and came to meet us with a friend.

‘Once he’d got his phone I think he went back to the hotel and we didn’t see him again.

‘I’m certain he saw the funny side because he was laughing as he approached us and he was just happy it had been returned. It was just a bit of banter.

‘We always enjoy a mess-about on nights out.’

As the young men returned home, they discovered they lived just 20 minutes away from each other in Birmingham.

Mr Fleming, a business development manager, has admitted the two friends were ‘really funny and nice about it’ and claims after seeing his mobile was safe, he wanted to ‘give them credit for their creativity’.

Prankster: Mr White, from Tamworth, Staffordshire, found out he only lived 20 minutes away from Mr Fleming back home in Britain

Prankster: Mr White, from Tamworth, Staffordshire, found out he only lived 20 minutes away from Mr Fleming back home in Britain

Prankster: Mr White, from Tamworth, Staffordshire, found out he only lived 20 minutes away from Mr Fleming back home in Britain

Mr Fleming, 26, said: ‘It was a bit weird at first. When the messages started to come in I thought it was a bit odd and it didn’t look good but I was laughing the whole time.

‘I had come to terms with losing my phone but when I saw my phone being held for ransom I wanted to give them credit for their creativity.

‘I told them I would get them a pizza for getting my phone back to me. It is a good job I’ve got a good sense of humour.

‘There was a bit of worry at first because you can’t be too careful but we were just laughing and thinking, ‘this has to be a joke.’

‘They asked for a picture to finish the story and I said you can do whatever you want with it [the picture] as long as I get my phone back. I really needed it.’

Mr Fleming claims he was just thankful to have his phone back in his hands as priceless holiday snaps were saved on it. He believes buying takeaway for the brazen bunch was a small price to pay for the safe return of his Samsung.

He said: ‘They are life savers, I have all of my holiday pictures on there. It would have been a bit s**t to lose it.

‘They were really funny and nice about it. I couldn’t really complain. I was lucky it got into their hands and not a**eholes.’

Win a copy of Space Ibiza’s lifetime compilation limited edition vinyl – Mixmag

Despite Space Ibiza’s legacy has remained. After hosting some of dance music’s most iconic names across its 15 years, there’s undoubtedly moments that have become important milestones for both the artists and the venue alike.

To honor that legacy, Space Ibiza has created a very limited run of 1000 special vinyl packages that includes a compilation of 18 of the biggest tracks from the club’s history from the likes of Danny Tenaglia, Dennis Ferrer, Joris Voorn, Tensnake, Hot Since 82 and more.

The vinyl will also come paired with a 36-page hardback book featuring never-before-seen photos from the Closing Fiesta of Space Ibiza back in 2016.

Mixmag is giving away one copy to a lucky winner. Head to Twitter here and find out how to win.

Purchase your own copy of the limited edition Space Ibiza vinyl package here.

Win a copy of Space Ibiza’s lifetime compilation limited edition vinyl – Mixmag

Despite Space Ibiza’s legacy has remained. After hosting some of dance music’s most iconic names across its 15 years, there’s undoubtedly moments that have become important milestones for both the artists and the venue alike.

To honor that legacy, Space Ibiza has created a very limited run of 1000 special vinyl packages that includes a compilation of 18 of the biggest tracks from the club’s history from the likes of Danny Tenaglia, Dennis Ferrer, Joris Voorn, Tensnake, Hot Since 82 and more.

The vinyl will also come paired with a 36-page hardback book featuring never-before-seen photos from the Closing Fiesta of Space Ibiza back in 2016.

Mixmag is giving away one copy to a lucky winner. Head to Twitter here and find out how to win.

Purchase your own copy of the limited edition Space Ibiza vinyl package here.

The Part of Ibiza You’re Definitely Missing – Tasting Table

I never thought I’d go to Ibiza, the proverbial party island of uber clubs and mind-blurring dance loops. It seemed like a mix of never-never land and Austin Powers—not in a good way. 

Then I saw a picture of the place. It was gorgeous and ancient and mysterious. In other words: all the reasons I usually travel.

So I went. Driving from the airport into town late in the day, the ever-expanding skies and rolling, pastoral hills speckled with craggy rocks and stone walls streamed by. And then, a towering billboard for DJ David Guetta—the crown prince of EDM—rose in the distance. Clearly, this place wasn’t above a hard-core juxtaposition or two. 


An hour later, I dined outdoors at Sa Brisa, down the cobblestoned street from Paris Hilton’s very own hotel. (Note: She’s a DJ, too.) I combed the menu hoping for a sign of local Ibizan cuisine but eventually had to settle in for the ride. Out came a gleaming white orb—a mozzarella balloon—teetering on a dais of tomato compote. I wondered aloud what kind of El Bulli bike pump they had in the kitchen.

That night, I wanted to get to bed early in order to catch the morning fisherman the next day. I pulled back the balcony doors in my room and stepped out. The air was delicious. And electronic. The thrum of nearby Club Pacha was my noise machine, and I was Eurobeated to sleep. 

It turned out the next morning that the dancers hadn’t slept. I wove between the brosteppers and neurofunkers, resplendent in their rave wear and breakfasting on truffled fries and Fernet-Branca. It was like Night of the Living Dead—in a good way.


Steps away, fishermen were reeling glistening fish from the harbor in their own rhythm. There must be the beginnings of a traditional dish here, I thought. I began to photograph a fisherman mending his nets, and as I shot through the tangle, his face came into focus. Its lines and grooves told a thousand-year-old story, but he was as stylish and nonchalant with his dyed-silver Rasta braids as the trance dancers I had just encountered.

Continuing my search for tradition in this deeply dichotomous island, there was nothing left to do but go see the Posidonia, a seagrass species that’s of the world’s largest living organisms. Ibiza’s waters are home to the longest and oldest stretch of Posidonia in the world: It’s more than five miles long and 100,000 years old. I kayaked out to spy on the plant’s magnificence, waving to and fro beneath Ibiza’s licks of travel-brochure-blue water. The beach was lined with innumerable modern-day Sirens, their enchanting songs swapped for Instagram poses. But I was more focused on scanning the coast for a seafood restaurant. And I found one.

The Essence restaurant at One Ibiza Suites was like peering into an Ibiza-bethan snow globe: beachside frolicking awash in UV blocking, reality dodging and some very serious Balearic noshing. I began my meal with something you would typically end with: Hierbas Ibicencas, a bracing liquor infused with a secret mix of medicinal island herbs. During the seafood-laden meal, I met Vicente Torres, a local who’s the director of tourism for Ibiza. Between bites of poached red mullet swimming in creamy shellfish sauce, we talked about the local seafood dishes and how the same recipe changed even from north to south on this tiny island.

It became clear that the true heart of Ibiza was the island’s fish, and the best places to experience it, according to Torres, were on the rustic flanges of the island: in the nooks off its beaches among clusters of fishermen’s huts called casetas varaderos. He spoke dreamily of a recent impromptu langosta and cuttlefish paella dinner at one such place; that was Ibiza at its truest. You must, he said, go to Sa Caleta.

Under a burnt-purple sky, I made my way to the top of a cliff over the cove of Sa Caleta, in between Spanish Civil War antiaircraft batteries and the remains of a Phoenician settlement. Below, waves grasped at boat ramps that led up to beautiful ramshackle huts. Each had been manufactured according to the whims of its owners and available materials. Colors clashed like golf pants, but alas, no one was cooking. 

So I went to the new Nobu instead. Hey, I was in Ibiza after all.