
Well that was the weekend that was...
As is the routine at Casa Jimbo I headed to the supermarket, bought beer, ice and scran and headed off to the beach. This weekend I got a proper result as a consequence of getting on the wrong bus. Visited a place called Gava (mebbes 20 mins outside Barca), I had heard of it but didn't realise the beach was so mighty.
By that I mean not too many people and those that are there appear to be yer locals. The absence of tourists cannot be underestimated. If any of you head here for a weekend break when it is sunny invest in a cool box (you really need to take your own supplies) and make the journey. You'll love it
Until recently my routine normally involved a visit to Barceloneta beach which is 15 mins walk from La Rambla. As a consequence it is very popular with yer hen and stag do types. It should be noted that the Borat manquini wasn't bastard fucking funny two years ago and it certainly isn't bastard funny now you shower of no-neck, shaved heed, English CUNTS.
The only down side to yer local type beaches are the "professional sun-bathers", these are wummin who have seen their best years and spend every day on the beach.. Now at the moment my colour chart for my skin is saying "Pollockshields" but I swear the wummin sitting just along from us the other day would have been in danger of being sold as a piece of occasional furniture if she ever ventured through the doors of Land Of Leather.
Anyroad that was the weekend highlight (that and an ace fry up made with the local sausages and black pudding on Sunday).