The bloke who owns it is terribly nice and says I can stay here as long as I need to, to provide fodder for my avid readers. I’ve explained to him that the majority are completely deranged but being a very laid back Portugeezer, he just shrugged his shoulders and poured himself another brandy.
I’m sitting here absorbing the atmosphere of the tiny fishing village, whilst listening to ‘Pretty Woman’ playing on the 55” plasma TV inside the café. At least there aren’t any Germans around, throwing towels down and claiming the pavement.
On the assumption that I manage to upload this onto the interweavey thingy, next time I’ll give you a detailed description of the rather too exciting trip out here. I’m afraid it’s rather explicit and is not for the faint hearted.
Answering comments is going to be a bit awkward at the moment but I would like to make this small complaint – just because I’m here and not there, there is absolutely no excuse for taking advantage of my absence and trashing my comment box. Pole dancing, smoking hash keys, erecting glitter balls and ordering a Chinese is the sort of behaviour I would expect from teenagers and the demented. Hmmm, so thinking about it – why am I surprised? Carry on – I’ll clear it up later. The terrible Goddess might have a thing or two to say though – good luck!!
