The flyer man approached Joe, Flora and I, as we wended our way through the streets of Barcelona. He handed out his flyers, fulfilling his contractual obligations. But then he took an interest in us, and told us what he thought we wanted to know. “What kind of music are you into?” he asked in […]
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“Please bring my daughter back safely.” – Flora´s mother. “Yes we´re too old to have another daughter now.” – Flora´s father. When Joe had agreed to bring along Flora, his 17 year old sister, when we went out on the razzle in Barcelona. Flora returned safely at 5am, Joe and I made it back at
I almost forgot to get drunk before my flight to Barcelona. Late in the day on before departure, Joe reminded me via SMS that I should be drinking to ensure a sound hangover to fly with. I set about the task immediately, and forced down some lager while wrestling with the major decisions available to
