End of May Newsletter 2015

Before Sam complains, I am trying to get it out on time, but I am doing almost as much travelling as he is this weekend.

Saturday night Ibiza, Sunday night back to London for lunch with a friend on Monday, Monday night back to Ibiza, Wednesday afternoon back to London….. And so on!

I know I can hear you saying, blah, blah, blah, blah.

And no, I’m not cycling it for Charity, but I may indulge in a little Lycra wearing, then there is the glo-stick waving and just because I can.

I always try and write this on the plane, but it depends whether either the inspiration or the alcohol is in the blood.

Cue photo taken out of the window of a plane.

Sky

Sky

Previously I have blamed the little green fairy (absinthe), even Vash (a little red number, yes, you’ve see me in a little red number), but this time it was Neil, Eugene, Wim, Magnus, Benji and a Mezcal worm!

In no particular order, as I don’t want you boys fighting over billing again.

Apparently Neil and Wim had lost 5 hours this afternoon to the delights of Mezcal and have been desperately searching the memory banks for clues.

Ibiza now boasts a Mezcalleria, where all life’s troubles can be forgotten and gone forever, and the grub in the bottle bears a striking resemblance to Jabba the Hut.

The early bird catches the worm!

The early bird catches the worm!

No wonder, Ed (Moribund), Dave (our glistening, illustrious leader) and Grant (holiday schnapps) will be down here this year.

Neil is in possession of a brand new, hand built, carbon fibre S-works bicycle, I was there to deliver the pedals. Pedalling, pedals so to speak.

Surprise, surprise it is matt black, with matt black accessories. Luckily for him, he won’t need to go on the road as he can coast the pavements all the way home without fear of his stealth bike being hit by a car, and if anyone does get remotely close, in the dark he will flash his golden tooth as a sign of danger.

Eugene was thinking about changing the colour of his Range Rover from Matt Olive Green to a Kaleidoscope effect with rotating number plate to confuse the local constabulary.

Magnus who is new to the newsletter adds a slightly different dimension he’s very spiritual, like Neil used to be in the old days, before pigeon rage!

Magnus is discovering an entirely new side to the island. Tomorrow night he is going to an ‘extended’ Gong Session. I can’t wait to find out what that is, even finding out what a ‘standard’ Gong Session is, will do me!

He is also into a new type of shamanism, it blends shamanic beliefs with self-defence and its exponents are known as Shammandos! I’m not making this up…

The port and marina, has had a bit of a facelift, spruced up with palms.

Perseus was worried that his first visit to the island would be marred by the constant road works outside the house where he is staying, breath darling, breath I can inform you that the work is now finished.

However the new design includes several interesting trip hazards, raised lights in the pavement and even the pedestrian crossings which have no markings, but raised edges to hurl anyone who is not a fully functioning human being in front of a speeding vehicle.

None of them appear to conform to any Health and Safety standards I have heard of.

I have seen several “sober” people come a cropper on these design innovations in the time it took me to walk the length of the marina, so heaven knows what will happen once Mezcal and special K are working their magic.

Anyway that’s all for today, more soon, but must fly, no literally must fly I have a plane to catch.

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