Tony took some pictures, though
Razzmatazz, Barcelona
I wonder if "Razzmatazz" sounds cool and funky to Barceloids. Sounds like one of those sixties tv pop shows to me. I understand the venue was changed from the Hullaballoo at the last minute.
It is sunny. It's weird that that hasn't caught on in Britain. It really works as a weather.
It was Fish's thirtieth birthday yesterday and we "went out for a drink" when we arrived to compensate for him spending his special day trapped on a bus with us. So the sunny morning is a pleasure tinged with regret, like all the best pleasure. Spanish toilet doors open inwards. This is a stupid arrangement as it means you have to stand in the bowl to get out of the cubicle.
This entry is made entirely of non sequiturs. Like being pissed upon. This is what the shower was like. Gaudi makes cathedrals like pubs made of sand.
Tony took some pictures, though
I've never been much of a pub-goer. I can't drink very much without becoming very pissed for a very short time. Dan, on the other hand, is a pub man. He knows you tap the pool table when your opponent has shit a good shot. Dan sits here reading as I type which means I have to write about him. He thinks I slurred his character when I said about his performance being impaired. I said it was all exaggerated to make it more readable. He says in that case I should try exaggerating a bit more. Matt VB would like to apologise once again about talking to Fred from Boston. He had no idea what was going to happen. Steve, Fish and Paul are all quite able users of the English language. Tony is a cheat.
Anyway, we trooped into Barcelona to see the sights. (Modern cracker joke - Q: Why do you go on the internet? A: To see the sites). It is an eccentric place. Perhaps you should get some kind of guide book and look at some pictures of it because I didn't take any. And besides, if you've been to Barcelona, you'll go "Oh yeah, of course, Barcelona" and if you haven't anything I can tell you about it won't leave you any the wiser. But what you don't know about is things like MVB and Dan playing "Name the British dialling code" (0115?......Nottingham!) or seeing who can sing "WHOOOOOOAAAAAAAAA!!!!!! BODYFORM!!!!" the highest and loudest (me).
One thing that you won't find mentioned in any guide book, which is true, is the extraordinary number of men in Barcelona who look like Barry Cryer.
My name is Ben Hales, "The weakest bladder in showbusiness". I speak no Espanole. This is my story.
