Our Man in Madrid
No, not the one who works for the Guardian, and is only here because of Dave....Is it just me or has something strange happened to Anglo-spanish relations over the past few months? Whatever happened to the constant flow of complaints about British tourists invading the Costas every summer (Albeit less harsh complaints than those directed at the Germans- ahem).
First Messrs Blair and Aznar become bestest friends. The fact that the Spaniard is quite conservative seems to have escaped the PM, but then I suppose with all this 3rd way stuff it doesn´t really matter anymore does it and besides, we´re all on the same team hunting those WMDs aren´t we. Well, except the French, but who cares what they think anyway.
Then, Mr Becks comes and becomes the best thing since sliced bread. Point of interest, sliced bread in Spain is generally not very good apart from the imported stuff. He scored on his home debut last night and from the reaction (to him and Brooklyn in his meringue outfit) you´d think that he was a life long fan of the club and had never played anywhere else. Apparently he played for some small club in the North of England, the name escapes me for the moment...
And finally, last night on TV there was a gala concert for a band who have a TV programme. Think S Club 7 but with talent... And who should be special guests but Gareth Gates and Robbie Williams...
Has the world gone mad?
Gibraltar anybody!!!!!!
posted by SG @ 12:49 a. m.
