100 Things I Love (Part 3)

  11. I love stopping YouTube videos then shutting down my computer and leaving the house before the person in the video opens their mouth to start speaking or singing, just because I don't like the look of them. I wish the real world had a similar facility that did not involve violence.

 12. I love hearing that people who do things like climb mountains, or enjoy extreme sports, have killed…

It rained last week for the first time in a very long time, but it rained mostly beautifully colored sand from the Sahara, which felt rather exotic, or interplanetary. I had dreams of walking on Mars Steps to Terrace Not a Rothko

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Dead Dad’s Dog’s Dead?

Last night was our last show for The Carnava in Benalup. We finished at 2am to a tremendously enthusiastic mass of writhing bodies. I stepped outside to cool down and was greeted by a stray dog. He gave me an empty water bottle then promptly rolled over in a dead dog type position. He stayed like that. A crowd slowly gathered around him. “I didn't kill it” I said limply. Then suddenly it jumped…

For Whom The Bell Tolls

A friend of mine died yesterday. His name was Sebastian Perez Cabrera, best know as Chano. He was diagnosed with cancer just a three months ago. I had written about him before. Here http://wp.me/p37Qzz-7D He used to ring the church bell. Today at 4.00 it will ring for him. He reminded me of Mick Jones of The Clash. He had never heard of Mick Jones, or The Clash, or anything remotely Punky. He…

You Make Me Feel So Young

A Tio Pepe Fino Sherry enthusiast friend of mine was 80 this week. I took my guitar into the Flamenco Bar on the off chance he might fancy playing it. He grabbed it and didn't stop for an hour. Then he cornered me and asked: “Can you bring your guitar to Manolo's Bar this Tuesday, I'm going to celebrate the birthday of another Tio Pepe drinker, he'll be be 91.” Cheers to that. Antonio plays to a…

One of the many good things so far this year has been not having to vote for any of the bastards in the UK. However I did vote this Sunday at the local Spanish elections and we are now Socialist, that's all well and good but I refuse to ever wear open-toe sandals. The newly elected mayor came jauntily up to me after his inauguration and with a gleeful grin boasted: “I dressed up as your wife at…