As with all your work, this gladdens the heart and brings elysian fields that much nearer. I hate Sangria forever now and the mixed paella featured a large prawn with eyes and the supermerkat had sheeps heads with eyes but no fleece- like the baby in eraserhead. The spaniard men all flaunted their perfect tans at em. And the womens kept nothing under wraps. Disgusting! How are you?
I left it in the hotel lobby along with my sombrero and half my brain. I can arrange for some maracas, though.
Funnily enough there isn't much bullfight related stuff nowadays. I wonder if they still do that thing where they stone donkeys or whatever it is.
Spanish filth were few and far between, I am happy to report. The greatest threat encountered was boisterous Irish kids trying to climb over from the balcony next door. What joy!
I was scrupulously sober on both in and out flights. I learnt a rather leg drenching lesson in the exit queue from a previous Spanish flight. Happily I was too pissed to care.....much. Stop laughing, remember I have certified demons to wrestle with and nowhere to turn.
Glad you survived the horrors of "abroad" and didn't
get caught by el brazo largo del Cuerpo Nacional de Policía.
Where's my straw donkey?
Funnily enough there isn't much bullfight related stuff nowadays. I wonder if they still do that thing where they stone donkeys or whatever it is.
Spanish filth were few and far between, I am happy to report. The greatest threat encountered was boisterous Irish kids trying to climb over from the balcony next door. What joy!
You going away this year?
We were supposed to be going to Berlin as the start of my World Domination Tour
...but then circumstances changed rather dramatically.
Still...onwards and er.......onwards.
When did you get home??
You have already topped my output for the entire months of Feb through to July.
due to the effects of electric soup.