In Brexitlandia there are a lot of novelty named wines like “Old Git.” They are all by and large rubbish drinks but are popular amongst people who like whoopie Cushions.
Anyhow this local Spanish wine is not supposed to be amusing or descriptive but it might as well be both. I drank it and felt funnier after the second bottle.
It's name is Terrible
The fellow in the background resembles yours truly and that Tesco “Value” Scotch Whisky was bought in Soho for about 5 Quid when Tesco where denying claims that they lured customers in with cheap booze. Again, a terrible drink and I had to fight through a hysterical flash mob of Soho Street Drinkers to get my sweaty trembling palms on it.
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:
No April Fool, this is the local lager in Andalusia, only it isn't, This pile of crapanakins is Alcohol Free. What in the name of God's Butt Plug is the point of it and why is it in my Spanish Castle? It is given away free every time I try to buy a case of the proper stuff. I am inundated with this blight on the bar top. Luckily the local restaurant said they'd swap any of these cans for the drunk version anytime, now that is a far better deal: Free Alcohol Beer.
Most days in Andalusia there seems to be something slightly and unusually wrong going on, thank heavens I say. This was happening in the town yesterday. I believe the world might descend into a magnolia abyss without this sort of mind bending entertainment. Fabulous musical accompaniment. Thirty nine seconds well spent.
… and many of them are destined to watch on from the Restricted View seats, or are paid poorly as butt doubles for Noel Edmonds and the like, Thanks Shakey.
Carnival or “Carnaval” is happening in Cadiz as I write this. Why the F#%% am I telling you this? Well, last year my wife and I were parodied for 20 mins by a mind bending performance of men dressed as us, flesh curdling stuff. To add an element of LSD 'ism I joined them when they played all the bars in town over the weekend. I thought I was one of them.
Here is a minute of the opening few verses with subtitles, thanks for video and translation by Clare Lloyd.
Here's a selection of disturbing images. I was confused, even days later. Reality is stronger than any drug.
Breakfast in Andalusia usually involves eating bread, or drinking spirits. Look closely at this photo and see if you can spot the difference between the rabbit and the slice of local bread. Ultimately is does not matter a jot, as they can be combined or eaten separately.