Friday, November 27

X FACTOR X

She wore a crushed countenance resembling damaged furniture, thanks in no little part to the removal of all adult front teeth which appeared fashionable at a certain period in time, …the concave facial look was expected, if perverse. But when the hacking cough gave way to a Liverpool accent, this Scot was none too surprised.

“X Factor on Saturday, cant miss that.” Cough cough….gob, light up.

Her wizened partner nodded appreciatively, but it was at female determination to arrive at destination Emphysema as quickly as possible, rather than any proposed weekend viewing schedule, which gained his admiration.

Cough

Splutter

Gob

Meanwhile back at the supermercado, which I have always regarded more entertaining than Factor X or X Factor, or whatever; there is a large, and one time powerful man with his diminutive almost squeaky partner.

At the checkout, crouching to speak to the cashier, who could not have been much younger than him, he raises his voice and speaks to her as if she is a child.

“THANKYOU VERY MUCH”

She grins indulgently for the umpteenth time in a cashing career that has introduced her to new levels of boredom and tolerance.

Zzzzaannkyoooo meestir

Wednesday, November 25

Bus queues and dithering giggle …

Quite what the attraction was in the ATM inside the supermercado, who knows but a discussion was taking place between the unattractive tuetons whom boasted sunburn, bad teeth and body odour.

“Veeee no vot veeee arrr dooooing” the female of the duo offered in that curious guttural rattle which often accompanies the vocalising of Germans attempting English.

My impatience had become almost tangible. “So what are we / you / us waiting for?”

Who said Germans were efficient. Not these two, whom could have been on day release from a padded cell…near you!....

Vorsprung durch Technik…..not!

I thought living amongst majorero had slowed life pace to a mere saunter, but there are impatient moments, and the Scot was having a few..

A bus queue, any bus queue, in the estacion municipal de guaguas or outside the shopping centre, it matters not one hoot. The individual(s) whom are determined to climb aboard first don’t speak the lingo…don’t appear to know where they are going, nor are they familiar with euro currency. And for a reason which escapes the Scot, it all appears to induce giggling. I sometimes have to wait so long that any congelados begin to melt…

Along with patience ……..

Saturday, November 21

Communication by JPG

Metaphorically skipping between the moribund and the very alive…seemed the situation this anti-hero was in.

The news from that other island relayed declining numbers of erstwhile colleagues, or those whom had become the latest health casualty awaiting that by-pass surgeon and his scalpel of a thousand life saving cuts – Tales of discontent and bad weather.

Mientras

A sun still shone on his adopted scrap of dust and rock…called Fuerteventura, and this week had offered contrasting fortunes in pictures….thus-

1) Great disappointment thanks to British red tape –

2) A mediocre entry to the annual Puerto Del Rosario image competition

And

3) Almost bizarrely his best photograph for some time ...a chance sepia image of batucada percussionists ………..old friends and new………

Communication by JPG.

Aqui estoy...

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