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Santi and Barbara, that's Barbara on the left, run Les Tapes round the corner on Plaza Rogemir, just behind the Town Hall.
It's my favourite bar in Barcelona. If you're a homesick Pom, Barbara makes great meat pies, fish and chips, all your heart could desire. If you want Spanish nosh, Santi will fix you up sausages, tapas, the lot.
However, it's sad to see that they too are B users, and so early on in the day too. |
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Here's the crew, briefly sitting down in one place and behaving. It's a mixed crowd, not an exclusively Spanish crowd, and not a room full of English teachers. Les Tapes is the kind of place where somehow you feel at home. Where people tell you to "Sit down, shut up and eat your greens!"
None of that pretentious stuff you'll find elsewhere.
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Garry and Jill are Les Tapes regulars. They run that cutting-edge web magazine the Barcelona Review, the kind of magazine that both established and aspiring authors are constantly pestering for an in-depth interview. You wouldn't believe the perverted pasts authors will invent in the vain hope of an interview by Jill. (That's Jill on the left.)
They'd like to be hitting the Bs too, but can't afford them because they run a webzine. They only drink printer ink these days. |
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Unfortunately, at this point, the DJ decided he'd play some music and the entire Tapes table gets down and gets dirty.
Has nobody told these people that whiteys can't dance.
The bloke on the right looking like he's about to burp is Steve. He's another B peddler, I think he still works at the Quiet Man. |
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And this is American Mike, a hardened B user. It's sad to see so many talented people misled by "the Love Drug".
Can't people see this is doing them harm? Here he's giving us another example of why honky trailer trash can't dance.
We've got Rose giving him what for later on in these pages, so stay tuned.
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Ah yes, it's all very nice knocking back the Bs, but when you come down...
Here we have Antonio wearing the "Don't disturb me. I'm talking to my invisible friend" look, and Eusebio sporting the flopped-about, useless, oh-why-did-the-music-stop? look.
Both available at all Playafun Inc. stores everywhere. |
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