Well folks, tonight's my last night on the White Isle, and I've got to admit I've got mixed feelings about going. On the one hand, pretty much everything's closed and everyone's gone home, so there's less than feck all to do out here now (not to mention the fact that I'll have nowhere to live come tomorrow night anyway!), but on the other hand I've now got to go back to London, sort out my shit, a job, some money, and somewhere to live.
Hola cheeky-cheekies! It's been a long time since I've actually gotten off my lardy posterior to let you know what's been happening on the madness that is the white isle, so this is probably going to be a helluva long update. Here goes... ;o)
Since I last wrote to you all, I've made it back to Ibiza, and blagged myself a job as a laughing gas sales monkey at one of the bars on the West End strip. The pay was 100% commission - 1 euro per balloon sold (each balloon is 5 euros), but it turned out to be one of the easiest jobs I've ever done:.
Hola de España, cheeky-cheekies!
"You cannot bring camera in here," barked the neo-Neanderthal bouncer in broken English.
"Whuh?" was my eloquently-phrased reply.
"You cannot bring camera in here. You from Tillatedotcom?"
"Err, no, I--"
"You cannot bring camera in here, then" repeated the droid.
It was at this point that my evening photographing the Clubland night - featuring A-list superstars Kelly Llorenna and Flip 'n Fill (hey, there's no sarcasm here) came to a sudden and unexpected halt.
Here's a lightning recap of the last few days, 'cos I know you're all *really* interested (note: this is sarcasm, ;o)
Steph and I have moved into our new apartment, which is right above the fabled Ship Inn (Ibiza workers' central). We've got free interweb (blagged, of course) and are right opposite UPmarket, one of the bigger ticket sellers-cum-bit of everything shops in Ibiza.
Steph's doing a trial selling Clubland tickets tonight, and did a PRing trial for one of the strip clubs in the West End the other night.