Saturday, 30 January 2010
I've just been to fill up with both liquids and 56 litres of water cost €3 whilst 41 litres of gas was €46! A bit of a discrepancy eh?
The reason that petrol cost so much more here is that it makes better tea.
Have you ever noticed when you've just had a knee operation and you can't walk, sit down and are sofa bound, your mother-in-law invites herself round to catch up on the last 4 episodes of Dancing on Ice and Popstar to Operastar? What's that all about?
Tuesday, 26 January 2010
Don't worry, I'm not giving up ale, but I've started my rehabilitation programme for my knee.
The reason I don't want to go has no connection with the muscle wrenching, bone crunching, heart pounding, lung bursting, tongue twisting exercises I have to do for 2 hours every day. No, that's easy and painless in comparison to listening to the two hours of top 40 Latino sounds playing constantly on the giant telly in the gym.
Here's Rosario with Cuentame Que te Paso
Anyone else think she's a bloke?
Saturday, 23 January 2010
I'd like to dedicate the award to my traumatologist Dr. Dirk Kuhnen.
Well, it's almost 80 years old and was planted on 14th April 1931, the day the Second Republic was proclaimed
“The Second Spanish Republic was the system of government in Spain between April 14, 1931, when King Alfonso XIII left the country following local and municipal elections in which republican candidates won the majority of votes in urban areas and April 1, 1939, when the last of the Republican (republicanas) forces surrendered to Nationalist (nacionalistas) forces led by Francisco Franco, at the end of the Spanish Civil War.” - Wikipedia
Tuesday, 19 January 2010
"Observational comedy is a style of humor based on making remarks about commonplace aspects of everyday life. The humor, based on the premise of "It's funny because it's true," consists of observations made about sometimes very minor and superficial aspects of Western culture: from airline peanuts to the Jared Diet to the lines at Walgreens. Jokes may often begin with the phrase, "Did you ever notice?..." or "What's the deal with...?", and may end with ...'What's that about?'."
Seems easy enough, so whiling away the hours at the doctors today, I thought I'd give it a go.
Ahem, (clears throat)
Have you ever noticed that when you're in the doctor's wating room everyone who goes in before you takes twenty minutes with the doc, and then you're in and out in two minutes? What's that all about?
Saturday, 16 January 2010
I repeat, I am perfectly OK and recovered now. To prove it, here's a snap of me and me room-mate in the hospital in Ibiza yesterday.
Monday, 11 January 2010
The probability of a random event happening in a certain hour is 4% (1 in 24) and the probability of that event happening in the 'day' time is double that of it happening in the 'night' time. ie 16 to 8 (or 2 to 1)
So why does Jaki's mobile phone's super loud low battery warning beep always, always, always go off in the middle of the frigging night?
(that's a rhetorical question btw, I don't want a flood of comments about skewed distribution and standard deviation, thanks very much.)
Sunday, 10 January 2010
Instead of the normal pleasantries of how awful the flight had been we were treated to a 2 hour monologue about the hitherto unknown weather situation in Britain. Apparently St. Helens has been snowed back into the stone age and a blanket of the white stuff is causing chaos everywhere, especially London, where all the news comes from in England.
Monday, 4 January 2010
Jaki's outside perishing cold, screeching nonsensically through her shiny hair and I'm inside, toasty warm, trying to fathom out how to get from the hall to the lounge – there appears to be a door blocking the way – and wondering who the other house mates are. (I think I recognise two of them from 101 Dalmatians?)
Sunday, 3 January 2010
Said, I woke up this morning, at the crack of dawn.
I was feeling so tired, all I could do was yawn.
Doin' a bit of research on the Can Jordi Blues Station in San Jose, Ibiza, I came across this fab video of Blues Dave (sometimes known as Dave Blues) in Raco Verd.
Great groove Dave!
Saturday, 2 January 2010
a. under 100 years old
b. under employed
and will have noticed my daily snapshots not worthy of a full blown blog post.
One of them was a really blustery day at Cala Moli which actually rates a few seconds of video, mainly because it illustrates one of the unwritten laws of photography,
which is that when you don't want a dog to appear on a video, it will. Conversely, when you've just lined up a belting shot of your cute pooch, it will turn round just as the shutter clicks and all you've got is a great photo of its arse!
The dog was Floyd, who was not harmed during the making of the video.