I’ve signed up for a gym because in all honesty, despite walking more, I’ve become rather chubby. Of course it was capitalism that made me fat, thrusting into my path the opportunity to have two magnificent lunches a day at the top of a large tower with excellent head-on views of large jet aircraft and the British weather. Lunch no 1 was a sociable and often hurried affair conducted as the restaurant opened at midday, but any lingering pangs were laid firmly to rest by no 2, a solo orgy commencing at half past two as the waiters–who gave me a free rein and numerous desserts–were starting to clear up.
Those were glorious days, and I have probably never slept as well in my life as I used to in the chief exec’s private bathroom on the floor below. But one day lunch came to an end and I came to Barcelona, where this evening at the gym–which in August functions as a gay pickup zone–I spied a sight so ridiculous as to make all the suffering (I flew Ryanair) worthwhile: a solitary laddy holding his skimpy little t-shirt open in order to wet and blow-cold his nipples, thus assuring a suitably erect entrance into the weights room.
No idea how long this will last, though if the gym is dangerous, the beach is worse: I woke up the other day with an Amazonian rainforest of a fanny 12 inches from my nose. What’s the point in shaving if no one else does?
- Here’s looking at you, lunch
I think it’s actually a slow worm, but here’s Thomas Decker’s Honest whore anyway: Lord Hippolito. Scarce can I read the stories
- Weal chop
“Txuletón estilo vasco” is the original in this restaurant in the Eixample/Ensanche, Barcelona, so it’s not a wreal chop for these
Check this fine interview with Violeta la Burra, courtesy of la Gazza Lazza. To demonstrate to you how much standards have
- Reflets sur l’eau
When we went down to the beach last Saturday to see how much of it had survived last week’s storms, a
- New great mosque for Barcelona in historic building on Tibidabo
Three South Asian-British professionals (down from four last time, one having fallen to feminine wiles in the intervening biennium) emerge blinking