Indeed.
And two Saturdays ago we spent the evening sat outside our friend Diego's Cafe Babel eating great tapas and watching/listening to two flamenco guitarists. 30 secs walk from the middle of the West End.
In fairness, it is a sh1t analogy![]()
I will hopefully never see a repeat of the following conversation- (talking to a german muscle mary in Ibiza Town):
"have you felt the weight of my gold ring?"
"God it's heavy, and warm"
"Cos it's my cock ring"
AARRRRRRGGGHHHHHHHH
It was unexpected, yet it was in keeping with the general state of play on that trip.
And that is one of the occurrences i feel comfortable with sharing![]()
It wasn't heavy, was it?![]()