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Meanwhile, in the other courtyard:
Yes, it's the bad boys of Rock and Roll, La Cobla Sitgetana. Last seen at the Corpus Cristi Flower Festival. Personally, any band that's got a stand-up bass gets my vote. And he wears shades. What more could you want?
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Now, the Sardana isn't exactly Zorba the Greek, it's a very gentle dance, a bit boring even, but it takes a lot of concentration. You need to be able to count to thirty-three. |
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Suddenly I'm accosted by an Englishman. "You must be from Playafun.com, I can tell by your T-shirt...." (Damn, it's this stupid shirt they've made me wear). "I'm a great fan of yours... My name's Greg.... I used to work with Debbie from Photocopying.... I decided to quit my silly job in the smog and live like the other half... I wanted to develop the real me.... I'm going to pursue a career in the music business..."
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Eventually, I managed to rid myself of Gormless Greg with the use of my impeccable French. "La plume de ma tante", I said to him, which left him totally flummoxed and I escaped to hide behind my friends in the band.
I bet he thought I was a local.
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