Came back to Benidorm last week to find the flat without hot water and me telly blaring out to nobody in particular. The bloody thing had been on 2 months! Haven´t got the electric bill yet, though I have got one from “Telefonica” even though I haven´t had a phone line for the best part of 5 months.
September is a traditionally busy time in Benidorm and it´s been buzzing. Went to see the “Grumbleweeds” doing their last show at the UK Cabaret bar on Sunday, the place was packed and they were terrific. Long live “The Godfathers Of Comedy”.
Weather´s still a bit warm for me though, still haven´t managed to sleep underneath the duvet yet and the gym has been a nightmare. Think the air conditioning sucks instead of blows and sweat was dripping off the end of me nose as I was showing my membership card to that stroppy cow on reception. One dodgy moment in there today when I saw one elderly gent gingerly walking along in the adjoining swimming pool holding aloft a knotted plastic bag at arms length. Thought he must have discovered something rather unsavoury in the shallow end. (The old brown trout? The only fish that floats?), but it turned out to be his camera!! He then spent the next few minutes taking shots of his blubbery missus, - though thankfully the water came up to her shoulders revealing only her bloated red face and flowery swimming cap.
