I
got some hard evidence last night for my fear that I'm seen by the
Spanish as Johnny-no-Mates. A friend told me that I and my (small)
rucksack are well known about Pontevedra, especially as I am usually un solitario.
As
I left my bank this morning, I noticed a chap who was shouting
something at a young woman walking in the opposite direction.
Given that he was, firstly, wearing shorts in the centre of town and,
secondly, pushing a supermarket trolley, he would anyway have
been considered odd. But first impressions would have been confirmed
by the fact he was screaming such sentiments as "You've got no
brain. There's a space in your head". And "Your father is
queer and your mother is the daughter of a whore!". An
interesting five minutes.
Talking
of shouting . . . Nice-but-Noisy Toni was on good form yesterday,
singing and bawling for no apparent reason. My visitor, Mike, thought
that the high pitch of the voice meant if had to be Toni's son, also
(of course) Toni. But I've had almost a decade's experience of the
noise from next door and would have been prepared to be my mother's
life on it being the elder Toni. So we begged to differ.
The
Bird Station: Tremendous news. No small birds. Nor even any
blackbirds. But today saw the appearance of two jays. Now, in the UK,
these shy members of the crow family are rarely seen in urban settings. But maybe their Spanish cousins are rather bolder.
Other
good news. The café-bar by the town hall has reopened. Complete with
wifi. It's one of at least two which have re-opened as an ultra
modern watering hole. So the place long called Al
Moro is now El
Piano Bar. And O Vello is now The Corner.
In each of these, there's now double the number of TVs than before. So, plenty of scope for my TV-be-Gone. Compensation for these
adverse TV (and noise) developments is that the head barman of my
deceased favourite place, El Siglo,
has finally reappeared as the barman in The
Corner. With luck, I should be able
to get all six TVs switched off at the same time. By him, I mean. Meanwhile, you'll have noticed that a bar can't be considered modern without it having a name in English.
The
Bird Station: Tremendous news. No small birds. Nor even any
blackbirds. But today saw the appearance of two jays. Now, in the UK,
these shy members of the crow family are rarely seen in urban settings. But maybe their Spanish cousins are rather bolder.
The
French pre-internet Mintel invention has finally been laid to rest. Does anyone recall using it?
Finally
. . . After a couple of weeks back, I'm sure several of Pontevedra's
usual beggars have moved on to pastures that may or may not be
greener. But I was taken by surprise today by a young woman who used
to be very thin and to look very miserable. Today, though, she was
slightly overweight, happy-sounding and, best of all, pregnant. Let's
hope all continues to go well for her. And that the father of the
child is not a drug addict.
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