Friday, 28 March 2008
So, whining kids who complained, 'we've nobody to play with,' received the abrupt retort, 'go and play with Duffy's kids.' Similarly, a complaint about having no money was summarily dealt with by 'Duffy'll lend you some.'
Now, miles and years away from those days, and thanks to this young lady,
I'm still pleased to be able to say to Jaki's 'can we have some music in the car?' request, 'Aye, put Duffy's CD on!'
I need to mention something to bring more fashionably elegant big spenders flocking on to the site, but what on earth would Los Froggos be searching for?
'le plus cheap cafe au lait en Ibiza'
'vacances gratuites en Ibiza'
'un petit plat du jambon à partager entre 8 personnes en Ibiza'
Excuse my Franglaise, but that'll bring them here en masse!
I'm going to have to change my tack on the English language searches also. It would appear that the poptastic has beens resident on Ibiza - Noel Gallagher, James Blunt and Chas Smash - that I witter endlessly on about are also a niche market (of one, probably)
A gentleman called Eric Sonysson has surveyed a huge sample of pasty-faced spotty oiks studying A level Computer Technology and found that along with not being able to navigate themselves out of their darkened bedrooms to negotiate the purchase of 20 Rothmans, most of them have never heard of Ibiza's famous discos, djs or electronic dance music scene.
So just for them
Ibiza Rocks Hotel The Enema
Wednesday, 26 March 2008
Quite naturally, living on the exciting island of Ibiza, famed for its hedonist party scene where anything goes, we have trained the camera on a nearby car park. Take a look for yourself, the images will refresh themselves automatically............
Tuesday, 25 March 2008
Thanks to my new Bluetooth dongle I have been able to liberate all Jaki's photos hitherto incarcerated on her mobile phone - so stand by for lots of photos and no phone calls.
Sunday, 23 March 2008
The Buddha's Head (What was I on? Edit)
Please, please, please, keep Ibiza tidy. Take your rubbish home when you leave.
However, wealthy villa owner Steve Taylor has pointed out that for people like him and me - abjectly cash rich, but living in the lap of poverty where time is concerned - living in the past can be quite advantageous!
Thanks to Sky+ where we can watch a recorded programme whilst simultaneously recording another, it is possible to live life a day behind the rest of the world by watching all yesterday's TV today. The best thing about this is that you can fly through the adverts at 30 times their normal speed, thus giving yourself an extra hour at the end of the day for whatever takes your fancy!
Even better, you can record all the games in the Rugby Union Six Nations Championship and rather than spend a whole afternoon dozing through endless rolling mauls and kicking duels, just check in the paper to see if any of the 90 players involved managed to touch the ball down and merely fast forward to that point in the game. It shouldn't take long and there won't be many, (if any) occasions to take your thumb off the button.
Friday, 21 March 2008
It's our trip to the south of Spain in 2002 when we stayed in Denia, Granada, Cordoba, Toledo and Alarcon. The south's the bit with all the hot weather, strongest coffee, most unfathomable accent and an endless supply of olive trees.
Here's a taster from the slideshow (at the bottom of the blog) - it's the unreal landscape of Guadix, dotted with cave houses which have a facade and then burrow back into the soft rock beyond. Their temperature remains at a constant and comfortable 21 degrees celsius all day, all night and all year. We had a little tour of one thanks to an entrepreneurial little lad who only charged us a Euro to see his parents' house!
Tuesday, 18 March 2008
Monday, 17 March 2008
I vaguely recall bopping away in the square hoping to be headhunted by the boss of the Pacha dancers but I think my lack of timing and coordination to the Village People's MCYA may have put him off.Not to worry though, it hasn't spoiled my chances of being next year's Kenny Logan on Strictly Come Dancing.
Sunday, 16 March 2008
and afterwards called in at La Peralta bar in San Carlos for a coffee and mid-morning snack. Here in Ibiza, 13.30 is considered to be the morning as afternoon starts after lunch (around 3ish) - none of this reliance on the clock to distinguish the different parts of the day! Any road, guess what we had? Yes Bread Amb Tomate and marli joined us for a bite too.
When we did arrive home it was still morning and we spent the rest of it lounging by the pool watching the palm lazily wafting in the breeze.
I found that Billy Cobham's 'Recollections' made ideal palm wafting watching accompaniment on my low tech i-pod.
Friday, 14 March 2008
I wanna go t'KFC - Quiero ir á KFC
'Ave yer bin busy? - Has estado occupado?
What time you on till? - Hasta que hora trabajarás?
'Ow much? - Cuanto Cuesta?
See ya. - Hasta la vista
Wednesday, 12 March 2008
Talking of that young lady, I was reminded of a story concerning one of her many pronouncements whilst thumbing through my collection of rugby photos.
I'd just watched 17 stone, 6' 4" Jason Cayless cross the line for a touchdown in the 2006 cup final against Huddersfield Giants.
During the celebrations Jaki said 'gosh, he's ugly.'
Quick as a flash I countered that he doesn't get paid to score tries with his face!
Tuesday, 11 March 2008
Despite having God on our side and winning nearly every game in the last minute, our horrendous injury list continues to grow. This time the world's greatest hooker, Kieron Cunningham is crocked.
Daniel's down to his last 20 players for the trip to Perpignan on Saturday and told Sky Sports:
"If I lose another player now, someone is going to have to give up a day of work or come out of school, that's how light we are."
I reckon that even though I've not actually played for 40 years, my close Ibiza proximity to the Catalan region could lead to Daniel picking up the phone. Let's face it, I wouldn't be the oldest player ever to turn out for Saints, Frankie Wilson will hold that record for ever.
Talking of rugby, when we moved from our Rugby League playing junior school to the Union territory of Cowley Grammar, we'd just witnessed one of Saint's finest teams sweep all before them in 1966. A monstrous pack containing Ray French, John Mantle and Cliff Watson, made it easy for our backs with Alex Murphy at the helm and Vollenhoven and Killeen on the wings to lay waste to opposition defences.
Quite naturally kicking away possession up the touchline was anathema to us. We wanted to 'pick up the ball and run' but were drilled incessantly by our coach Ray French in the noble art of kicking the ball into the crowd. Despite this we still managed to monster our way through all the big-softies-without-a-clue who played for grammar schools in Fylde, the Wirral and Cheshire.
One day kicking the ball away really did provide us with entertainment. The pitch at King's School Macclesfield had a river running alongside it and the first time we booted to touch the ball went in, followed by a posh kid to retrieve it. So we did it again, and another one went in, and then another, and another until the whole team was drenched soaking wet on a cold Saturday afternoon.
Anyway, the point is, if they diverted the Thames past Twickenham, then something a little more entertaining than watching red and white paint dry might happen.
Then add loads of squid, mussels, prawns, and crab legs which can be purchased for €6 per kilo in Suma. I used half a kilo.
Unlike me, you might have a choice at this stage. You can add short grain rice to make Paella, or macaroni type pasta to make a Fideua. Add boiling water and some saffron, salt and pepper and the beans you used for an amusing satire on i-pods, and leave it simmering.
Now the good bit. Pour yourself a Martini with ice and lemon and crack open a packet of paprika chipsticks. Keep yourself amused by eating them while you wait.
The Paella is now ready
Did you know that the Paella is so named after the dish in which it is prepared, known to the ancient Romans as a 'patella.' This is also the medical term for the knee cap which resembles a round, shallow dish
Sunday, 9 March 2008
"dog buried sand sa trinxa ibiza"
I'm justifiably proud of my achievements getting the blog so high on the list. If I could only get rid of the James Blunt Brigade.........
Friday, 7 March 2008
Like the Queen, Marli has an official birthday - it's the anniversary of her joining us in Ibiza and today marks three years since I went to collect her from Barcelona.
Here's the photo I first saw of her on the shelter's website that attracted me to her.
Who could resist? Well, not me, and thanks to Monica the vet's help Marli made the long journey from Castellbisbal to Ibiza and has never looked back.
Marli has her own slideshow of photos at the top right of the blog.........
Thursday, 6 March 2008
Whilst he's not said as much, I believe he'll be gigging at San Jose's famous blues venue Raco Verd on Wednesday 23rd July backed by the Blues Mafia.
I never got to meet Albert on his last visit due to him getting himself locked into the toilet during a 'near death experience.' I'm sure we'll remedy the situation this year Albert!
Here's Albert misbehaving in Raco Verd last summer
Monday, 3 March 2008
Sunday, 2 March 2008
A Bunch of Wild Asparagus
Wild Asparagus meets Tame Prawns
What a great idea for Sunday lunch on a sunny terrace!
A Dwagon Fly
I must apologise about the rhotacism I seem to have developed on those photo captions - Sorry.
Saturday, 1 March 2008
And here's to many more..........