For the second time in the last three months, I’ve been picked up in a tornado of unexpected, and marvellously spontaneous activity on a Friday night, and not seen the outside world until I landed heavily on the other side, this time on my way to work on Wednesday morning.  Dark glasses an absolute necessity, despite the drizzle.   Trust me.

Think back to Two Days in Paris.

This time Barcelona played a more than willing hostess, (saucy temptress), to the ensuing shenanigans.

Mostly, consisting of the consumption of far too much bourbon, and the subsequent spilling of guts and life – righting.  I LOVED it!

A friend I met a few years back, in my previous incarnation as a festival producer, had a pitstop in town, between European concerts and I am so delighted that we had a chance to meet up.

The weekend went a bit like this:

Cocktails
Roof terrace
Chat
Dinner
Chat
Wine
Tango
Chat
Wine
Death hour return home

Beer
New friends
Tapas
Chat
Cava
Wine
Life-righting
Whiskey
Chat
Bourbon
Gut-spillage
Death hour return home

A little work
Bourbon
More gut – spillage

A little work
Wine
Impromtu gig
New friends

Post weekend downer from Hell!  Work has a habit of getting in the way of all the fun, it’s such a pain in the arse that way.

But……. despite the tiredness and the hangover, I wouldn’t change a bit of it for all the money you have to offer.  It made me realise I miss my old job a little, and I definitely miss the amazing, creative people and environment.

Random happenings can inspire all kinds of things, you maybe wouldn’t expect, and chain reactions.  The weekend has sewn a few seeds, now to see if they take root and sprout.

Watch this space.

If you are in the UK and Europe, and you get the chance, go and see this band.

Django a la creole, they really are quite marvellous.

Thank you friend.
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(No musicians were harmed in the ‘researching’ or writing of this post.)