Barcelona…

 So it turns out we got scammed last night on arrival…

It wasn’t the Arc de Triumf in gay Pari but a poor Chinese replica erected for the gullible tourists visiting downtown Barthalona. That said, it was a pretty good copy.

A walk into town in the morning revealed all. We quickly skiddadled down the easily forgettable touristic Ramblas high street to visit the historic landmark which is a celebration of the great Catalan explorer Christopher Columbus after he heroically found the U S of A in the 1400’s.

His erect colon stands proudly overlooking out towards the Mediterranean Sea , in front of a modern marina built in the early 90’s, like a lot of this area, for the Olympic Games of 1992. Off then for a spin around the seafront on a Bolt bike and then up to the spot where old Tony Gaudi was killed. 

Gaudi was a pretty famous architect and a DIY hero around these parts but died in 1926 before he could finish anything he had started. He was  run over by a tram after a darts night in the Marsella bar after a heavy drinking session on absinthe with his good mates, Salvador Dali and Ernest Hemingway. Reminiscent of when Alan Bradley got fatally killed in Blackpool by a tram when he was chasing Rita Fairclough….

I digress…

Anyhow, they were celebrating after beating Pablo Picasso’s boys from the Red Lion up the road and strangely, when he was found, he had safety pins holding his undies together and he  was discovered wearing a pair of slippers made out of courgette roots….FACT! 

I couldn’t face selecting Freddie Mucury’s appalling version of this song so I went with the popular, but less known, ginger version singing it actually in Barcelona.