Dave Bull has lived in Spain for twelve years and writes about his experiences in expat publications and on blogs. You can keep updated with his schenanigans by checking out his website: www.loadofbull.es or follow him on twitter @davejbull. The following is an exerpt from his recently published book :
It Just Is .. SUNDAY JANUARY 31st 2010 What a January day. The sun is shining, the sky is blue and I’m sitting in one of Alicante’s trendiest bars in the trendiest area, but just at the wrong time of day… Effigies of Tin Tin and Snowy and the Thompson Twins (not the 80’s band) surround me - this is Captain Haddock’s Bar. On the arm of Alicante port, this place is alive with music, laughter and life - buzzing with youthful sweat and expectation, but at night. Not, as usual, while I am here. Still, not a bad place to be; seagulls screeching and scrounging in the sun and the clink clink of yacht masts while welldressed locals amble along looking relaxed and content. The odd Brit (easy to spot: football shirt, tattoo, shorts in winter, socks and sandals – and the men are as bad) stumbles along dragging a hot family behind in search of ‘a bloody pint and some chips.’ I’ve escaped to the port but back on the Urb things are kicking off again, the personal trainer is back. Having left under a very dark cloud a year ago the Urb’s very own Mr Motivator is back - minus the wife. Mr M vehemently denied any ‘improper’ behaviour with one of his attractive, Swedish, female, curvy clients and went back to the UK – chasing the wife – and bemoaning those who prejudged. Well that didn’t work out and luckily Miss Sweden has allowed him to move in with her, and help look after the little one. Not sure where Miss Sweden’s husband is in all this but was last heard of sending emails from a North Sea oil rig threatening to ‘rip out Mr M’s lungs and feed them to the fish...’ While I’m here though I really need to get a front page story finished for the newspaper about Triads. You see in my role as the editor I don’t get to face much danger – the worst I get is probably a letter from ‘annoyed