I lived for two happy years in Barcelona and this is what happened…
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Annoying Catalans, aggressive driving, Chicks from Kiev, not much else Of course living here, the place is full of Latin… READ MORE
Rogers Pass was hairy…Brit boozing in Andorra, Royalty in the Pyrenees and a lil bit of heliboarding This winters been… READ MORE
People – especially the English – do the silliest things to earn a buck / Euro / pound / dime.… READ MORE
Well I realise I haven’t entered anything on this blog / diary for a while so not sure how to… READ MORE
No you bloody can’t. Plus Brit pop never died, it just got older, drank some Sangria and headed south to… READ MORE
Rubiks cubes, Human League, Ultravox, Cindy Lauper, Duran Duran, beautiful three note 80s synth pop…oh days gone by what the… READ MORE
It’s cheap here. City training via London dwelling and more meaningless words in incoherent sequences under the guise of being… READ MORE
New neighbourhood, la vida local, still struggling vid da lingo nothing changes, Girona the Venice of Northern Catalyuna and Salvador… READ MORE
Camera stolen, sisters purse nicked…welcome to Spain. Guggenheim museum, no waves in Basque country, driving through the Spanish interior in… READ MORE
Smack in the mouth, bloody lip, purple bruised bum, absent Dutch friends what the hell is going on here? Perhaps… READ MORE
"People ask me what I do in the winter when there's no baseball. I'll tell you what I do. I stare out the window and wait for spring." ~ Rogers Hornsby
"People ask me what I do in the winter when there's no baseball. I'll tell you what I do. I stare out the window and wait for spring."
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