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The Manana Prospect

Forget the footie, let's have a fiest!

My trouble with bouyancy

The Bird man of El Cotillo

Kite surfing - another form of madness?

Beach Life

A week in my dental life

Surfbum v Bugs!

The man with the middle aged smile

Con La Misma Sangre

Jive Bunny's Birthday bash

Near Death Experience #22

El Cotillo, the good, the bad and the unattractive

 Sculptures in the Sand

Near death experience #76

Mirror, Signal, Manoeuvre

Fuerte Musica 2007

Day was Arriving

Cheap Shots

Twilight Sparkle

Life without Pockets

A strange tale of seagoing dogs

El Cotillo Fiesta

Another Fiesta and Oh..let the football begin…

Life as the letter S

Can I get Sir something a little more …anodyne?

Collecting Politeness

Living the preterite

Lap Top -Vs- the Stick On Journo

Lo Siento

El Cotillo Aerodrome

FM 999.9

Never start a story

Behind the bar

An open letter to an old friend

Last call for Alcohol



The guy behind the bar.

 

 

I seem to have resurrected my relationship with Piedra Playa quite how I let it slide in the first place taking such a magical place for granted….well there can be no pleasing some Scots! I suppose fitting in running what has quickly become an all night bar and spending most of the day on God’s own beach left little time for sleep, and even with the relaxed El Cotillo life style these ageing bones still need to rest.



And I was sort of doing just that, sitting on the edge of the surf when I saw her coming toward me. The pain she was feeling as tangible as the tears on her face..


She sat down beside me.

“Hi”

I knew.

“Hello mate”

I definitely knew.

“You knew didn’t you?”

“I‘m the guy behind the bar, I know a lot of things.”

“So why did he dump me?”

“Well…………………there are things on his mind.”

Her bottom lip started to tremble, I really wanted to hold her to me and kiss it better, but I could do neither.

For I am the guy behind the bar…only the listening post.

“You can talk to me anytime, you know where to find me…you are one sweet girl….love will come back one day. There are a million guys out there, I know, I know, none of this helps just now, the only healer is time…you will just have to believe me.

For I am the guy behind the bar, I know a lot of things.

And I know nothing.



Surf Bum
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