Betwixta Sea Chairs 2: Sometimes there’s a reason for it which in your heart you really conceal

What am I talking about? Why of course, it’s why a cardboard parrot is rammed into a slice of pineapple and shoved on the side of a glass…inside the said container is a strawberry coloured cocktail that simply says FUN FUN FUN. Far be it from me to decry said activity, just a bit “well jel” I’m not as able as I once was….so a few final days of Sea Chairs Sauntering Sunbathing and Supping ain’t been all that bad really….gentle relaxed mostly sober and stuff most people know this Planet Earth would adopt in a matter of microseconds. There’s the wacky iPod touting cabaret street performer, there’s the Central Town Terrace bar manager who served me when he was a child who serves in pyjama bottoms, there’s the friendly £2 a pop cafe bar manager serving delicious fresh mini tapas (PINTXOS I’ve already said. Just LISTEN)….. there’s the sunshine and relaxed vibe….there’s the imminent craziness and vast numbers of Brits getting slaughtered ….er, pardon?

As previously stated I’m a wee bit too old and surgically stockinged to cope with the post 9pm nature of it all but certainly most of my associates who have visited and indulged over the years still appreciate it….

I’ve loved it. So it’s probs a permanent bye to Olde Sitges and a temporary tata to the likes of Clyde Gary and Will …oh and the Judge too, most gentle souls who Like Ta Par-Dee…and certainly wouldn’t hurt a fly. I reckon it’s Viennese coffee and schnapps, Prague Pralines and Budvars, and maybe dipping into a Greek Island or two for a Domestica Dolmades and A Donis or two…

For this trip? Next Stop….Poitiers, France which is in France…..By Train this time! Pierre et Max, Allons Y!

Fortunately now here at Barcelona Sants station about to board the train, I’m greeted by a new variation on the old song “Oh Mister Porter, what shall I do?” in that the latest Spanish term for a porter is an “Access Controller”. Truly. After devouring a deliciously tasteless Sausage McMuffin and cup of steaming “coffee”, I’m ready to board.

Be ready to be bored. But not b4 a picture of a cardboard parrot