Mice & Menus

Whilst having a spot of light lunch yesterday I couldn’t help but admire this questionable choice of photo for a place that serves food. The rodents pictured are from the Tio Pepe Sherry bodega which has been serving generations of mice a glass a day for over a century, the kind workers of Gonzales Byass have even provided their furtive freinds with a little access ladder. I was told by the waiter that the practice has now been stopped due to EU health regulations: How many units are Mice allowed? I asked. 

Britain’s rats are awaiting the announcement of a No Deal Brexit, then the Tennent’s Super swilling drunken bastards will go on the rampage bringing back the good’olde worlde Black Death, probably.

  

 

 

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 portait of Paco De Lucia.

 

All the World’s a Stage …


  1. … And all the men and women merely players;

    They have their exits and their entrances …

… 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.

I am the one with the bottle, or am I?

 

 

O’l Onion Eyes

I continue upon the theme of spherical shaped foodstuffs as I present to You this curio. It appeared to me through a teary Tio Pepe Sherry onion haze as I chopped this red blighter to death. Is it a self portrait? He ended up swimming in the Gazpacho Soup.