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Of course, the party's been going for three days by now. Today it's just the Paella get-together, but it still warrants a procession by the local Giants.
First they have a little wander about in the barrio accompanied by their band. And then finish off in front of the church where they have a little dance. |
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Then the bar opens up.
Though I'm saddened to see that, as well as health-giving mineral water and Coca-cola, "B"s are going to be served. The ubiquitous presence of the Love Drug of the Younger Generation.
Of course I'm a hardened reporter. But I hadn't realised that Bs were going to be openly sold, and over-the-table too? |
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Finally the Paella's ready and the tables are laid. The organisational feat has come off. Everyone's fed, everyone's got wine.
This is the fourteenth year in a row they've pulled it off. And there'll be another one next year. But now it's time to get on with your food and fire champagne corks into the crowd.
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After the meal, for those of us still too frisky for a nap, we're treated to the heavy-heavy sounds of our own DJ all the way from Ibiza.
For us today, he's brought the yet-to-be-released new Stones album. I can tell you right now beg, borrow or steal, sell your mother when it comes out. They've covered BB King, they've covered Robert Johnson.
But an entire album of Perry Como covers, too much man!
Get me my slippers! Get me my pipe!
And if you get it on CD, there's a bonus track with Keith Richard warning children about the dangers of B. "Don't take Bs kids or you'll end up like me".
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Instantaneously, the crowd begins to dance.
The DJ drives us into a frenzy. After the Polka, he tells us that Yes have reformed as a Country and Western band. The crowd breaks into line dancing.
Little children, who "don't need a nap", run crying to their mothers. |
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Moved by Keith Richard's appeal to children, I go in the church to get away from the hurly-burly.
But I realise, where's the priest? I'd heard some grumbling over the Paella about the priest's absence. After all, what's a Village Fête without the priest? This would never have happened in Franco's time. We need to be blessed, and with all the B all over the place...
I decided to take action. If the priest wasn't there to reason with I was going to go to the political authorities. The Generalitat, the Regional Autonomous Authority, is just round the corner and I was going to speak to its President, Regional Premier, Sr. Jordi Pujol.
Unfortunately I was to get no satisfaction, as Perry Como would say, as he was away in Nice on big government business, and would probably stay a little longer to do some promotional videos. |
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