I've been busy of late, what with the doctor, the plumber the husband and my dinner. On paper I am the vice president of our community but we all know in reality I am the president because Mr van de Ven can't cope with Spanish bureaucracy let alone the Spanish mind so muggins here has to deal with it all. So I haven't had time to write about the latest gossip this side of the channel. Anyway, the bit I am getting at is the other evening I went out with some colleagues for a drink and a chinwag and we were having a grand old time, laughing our heads off, flirting with the waiter, threatening to dance. While this was all going on I had a plasma TV parked above my head and every three seconds I would clock it just to keep an eye on the state of the nation. The sound was turned down as is compulsory in Spain, and no one except me seemed to be watching it like a silent movie. There was a programme on and suddenly a woman started wanking some bloke off and it seemed to go on forever. ( There are too many prepositions going on in that last sentence bit I'm sure you get the picture) I looked at my colleagues and pointed at the screen trying to get them to witness the shenanigans at this hour but they were too high spirited to care and carried on clinking glasses and singing and so on. One friend looked up because I insisted she watched so I wouldn't be the only voyeur and she said casually 'oh yeh I think it's La Que Se Avecina', a Spanish sitcom about a group of neighbours who live in a block of flats in Madrid, which, and I insist you believe me, translates to Look Who's Coming.
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