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Terence’s adventures on the Iberian peninsula part two: Benidorm

 

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( As we drove away from my flat to the airport, the Lion Kat suddenly appeared on the kerb opposite and gave me a seriously sad look. I wound the window down and told her I loved her and said I’d be back, eventually. But I digress……)

Benidorm, hmm, well one could morph it’s etymology and say it means sleep well ( duerma bien in Spanish ) and I’m sure that many of the Brits that go there do sleep exceedingly well……after consuming 73 pints of lager, 13 pies and a wheel barrow full of chips, standard Benidorm fare. [Read more →]

Terence’s adventures on the Iberian Peninsula part one: Paradis……

 

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Inspired by my old mate Cabbie Mick, and given much encouragement by my dear friend Al Wall, I decided to take a trip to southern Spain. It’s been at least 10 years since I travelled alone, so initially the thought was pretty terrifying, but Al gave me much encouragement and allayed a lot of my fears. I used to love travelling alone back and forth from Miami ( which I did at least a half dozen times ) and I always made a new acquaintance and had some sort of fun. I decided to channel my old self, and as it happened, it worked a treat…… [Read more →]

The War in Syria and other fables

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Is there really a war in Syria? Judging by all the refugees in Europe, yes, there really is. Sadly, if we look at the “official figures” relating to all the migrants in Europe, we see that well over half of those refugees are from Afghanistan and Iraq and numerous other countries. And before you say “isn’t it bleedin’ obvious? it’s in the news”,  I have to say right now, I simply don’t believe 99.9% of what our “media” tells us. [Read more →]

David Bowie was my friend……

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David Bowie was my friend. Sadly not literally but certainly spiritually. When all the world hurt, and I thought no one cared, I could listen to him. He’d re-affirm my anger, sooth my fevered brow and remind me that things would work out. With his death, we haven’t just lost the biggest cultural icon since Elvis, we’ve lost our barometer for cool, our guide to all that was out there and crazy, and weird and good.

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