Smash it up and make a slightly dangerous local bar Fire Pit
It works, it's Hip and somebody is going to get burned eventually.
This is Spain
Olives are horrible there is no doubt about it. If you like them you are lying to yourself. I like them. I am lying to myself but they taste better if you do. Here in Dandylusia we eat lots. There is a strange custom here of not eating the last one, they call it the Olive of Shame, shame on you if you eat it. Leaving it means you are not greedy, and it applies to everybody sharing the plate with you so nobody nabs it, they nab the penultimate one instead. Pretzel Logic. I often wish the'd only serve one.
The other day I was watching the two Ronnie's Sketch that involves a series of misunderstandings encountered tiptoeing through the treacherous territory of duplicitous words, or words that when are put together make ambiguous meanings eg: Ronnie B asks Ronne C for Fork Handles and this is interpreted as Four Candles, and carries on like this through a series of same joke over and over, this sounds academically a bit shit but it made me laugh quite a lot. So, I tried to explain all this in Spanish … I think I got through, as now one nice chap uses the phrase Forkandles all the time regardless of the situation and we both find it amusing, and I no longer know why.
I don't suppose I'lll ever unravel the subtle word play of Andalusian humour. Anyway this package came this morning.
It doesn't happen too often thankfully, given my propensity for frequenting bars of notoriety, that I get into an unresolvable disagreement with a fellow fool. Thus it was last Saturday that a gentlemanly disagreement compelled me to turn a chair over a chap of minimimilist logic. He left quickly.
I usually remove my hat before embarkation, as this usually signals to any fellow wrangler of my unhappy intentions, i.e. To instill a firm understanding of “The Gooobye Look.” He shall be hearing from my Tailor!
I have been eating out and in Andalusia Spain, a lot. It is not the greatest place on earth to be a vegetarian, I imagine that place to be devoid of a single living creature to slaughter. I'm not even considering being a vegetarian, so I don't know why I am going to keep mentioning them.
If you wish to be assured a lengthy and healthy life you should become a vegetable in Andalusia, you’d be completely unfettered here. This is a haven for those who like to kill and eat an entire pig in one sitting, and why not? There is little else better to do in the long restful hours between breakfast and dinner.
I know a chap in Barcelona, Oli Max (Renaissance Drinker) who's epically long lunches verge on Dangerous Sport, he and Dorian Crook (Comedic Vegetarian) have monikered their gastronomic marathon with the term “Extreme Lunching.”
Andalusia produces incredibly lively cheeses, aged in olive oil that the carnivore might consider as a meat substitute.
Did Salvador Dali fly over The Gibraltar Strait in a dream balloon to conceive his painting of The Persistence of Memory? Observe my fellow observers the similarity of the melting Dali self portrait on the sand and then cast your observations to the arial view of The Rock that is Gibralter. Day by day I have come to consider Dali less a Surrealist and more a Realist.