Friday, 29 March 2013

Morphine Memories 1 (5)


I swear in Spain there must be more bars than people, it has to be seen to be believed. The way it works is you have a drink or two in one bar then move onto the next as you go along you collect more people into your group and lose others. The night never ends as it began and never ends as you expected. It’s a real life living experiment of the “Chaos Theory” and it is glorious.

Peth, Berto, Blue Eyes, Big Tits and myself were cruising we had gathered quite a number of people in our pack as we went from bar to bar. It is nothing like F1 after every pit stop, you do not go faster your chances of spinning out just become greater and greater. I was learning fast, this was not a sprint like South Africa where everything closed just after midnight or like the UK where the bars closed at 11pm. This was a marathon, the discos only opened after 1am and the parties lasted till long after the sun had risen the next day. After the shock of being abused by naughty Gorilla Biscuits in Tapia, I had learned my lesson. Pacing yourself was everything.

One of Spain´s biggest and best all time bands was playing in Ferrol that night and the town was packed, the streets were full, the bars were full, once again I felt that feeling. South Africa had not prepared me for this I had never seen so many happy young people, freely walking the streets, no restraints, no restrictions of any kind. In South Africa we had just come out of a “state of emergency” where martial law had been declared and no one freely roamed the streets at night. This was a new thing for me.

I saw her again, almost in the same place, this time we crossed paths going in opposite directions. She gave me a sultry defiant stare and the smallest of smiles as she brushed past into the crowd. She was going to the bar we had just left. Blue Eyes gave me a dirty glance as I turned around and watched her walk away into the ever growing crowd.

At the last possible moment just as she disappeared into the mass of people going to the rock concert, she turned ever so slightly and looked back and smiled.

Bingo, it was game ON.

3 comments:

  1. ESPERO QUE PARA FINALIZAR EL JUEGO NO HAYAS TENIDO QUE RECORRER LOS BARES DE TODO FERROL, JAJAJAJAJA, SOBRE TODO POR TU SALUD Y POR LOS CAPITULOS DEL LIBRO, JAJAJAJAJA

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    1. No no, para nada, como el futbol estilo ingles, vertical y directo. nada de tarjetas roja, y solo he cometido un penalti.

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  2. FOOTBALL INGLES PUAJ;HAY QUE JUGAR COMO EL BARSA CON "CONTROL".AHORA YA SABES DOS PARTIDOS SIN JUGAR; TIEMPO DE SOBRA PARA DOS CAPITULOS.HAREMOS CLIC HASTA ESGUINZAR EL INDICE. PD:CUANDO LLEGAMOS A SUDAFRICA????

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