QUE PASA?

Que pasa? 

Que pasa? I will tell you que fucking pasa. Standing, waiting to be served at the cheese counter with one woman in front of me, another woman arrives. An older woman but really, not that much older than me, so we are both 'old', and possibly invisible. I turn to her and ask 'should we take a number?' knowing that people here love to push in without any shame. She looks at me, sorry, recoils, as  xenophobes often do when they hear languages, 'their' language, being spoken with a foreign accent. She informs me there's no need as we both know she is behind me, I am in front of her so I get served first, solucionado, problem solved. She then walks away with an iron will and stands next to the first woman who finishes her shop and walks away and immediately asks for her order. What to do? I told her 'excuse me, I was first' and the bloody actress puts her hand to her mouth and comes out with 'oh, dear God, it's true, you were first!' Well, I hope dear God forgives me as I told her she is a phoney and her life is a lie but with some great adjectives placed in front. The moral of this story is, let it pass or tell them they are feckin' conts

It's so revealing when someone posts something funny on the internet about Brexit and the first thing someone else says is (still!)  'REMOANER, we're leaving/we won/get over it'. With those comments I think we can safely point out who the miserable, joyless cun* is.

TRUMP SPAIN WALL

I don't like it when people make fun of other people's bodies or their body parts. I find it toe curling and childish to hear about the size and shape of the President of the United States of America's penis. Then I remember all the horrible things he has said about disabled people and women and so on and said them to a worldwide audience so I am sure he can handle it when someone does it to him. Meanwhile did you know he told the Spanish to build a wall across the Sahara to keep the African people from being able to come here? The man's still a dickhead! 

A few days after the Brexit referendum a 10 year old Spanish boy asked me why we, the British, didn't want to be with them, the Spanish, and the rest of Europe. He seemed puzzled and nobody had been able to explain it to him. He ended the short conversation by saying, 'I just don't understand'. Two years on he is now 12 or so and he heard the word Brexit mentioned in conversation between me and someone else. 'Brexit nooo!' he cried and waved his finger as if to put a stop to it. I asked him if he was still upset about it all and he paused for a few seconds and then said 'to be honest, I couldn't care less what you do now'.

I found some old diaries from twenty odd years ago. I had written about a Player's cigarette box I bought in a junk shop and how it had an old photo of some Portuguese petrol pump attendants in uniform inside that appealed to me for some reason so I kept it. In another diary I found a page that said Mr van de Ven, who was then my boyfriend, stumbled across said photo. 'A look of jealousy and crimson crept across his face as he demanded to know "who are these sailors!".

I'm back, standing in the queue at the supermarket and it is getting longer and longer so the girl on the till makes an announcement to see if 'Fulanita' ( all names changed/no relation/not meant in any derogatory way..) could please come and help on the other till. Fulanita doesn't show up, the queue gets longer and the same announcement is made. Minutes go by, they seem like hours, no sign of Fulanita. The girl repeats the message, still no sign. She repeats it again. The manager comes over and tells the poor girl to do it again but this time 'a bit stronger'. The girl says' Fulanita can you come to the till?' Still doesn't show up. The manager grabs the intercom and shouts the Spanish equivalent of ' Fulanita, stop whatever it is you are doing and get to the fucking till now'. About two seconds later she appears tossing her hair and straightening her uniform moaning 'God, can't even go to the toilet these days'.