Seeing as travel has been on the menu recently it seems like a good time to ‘air’ (literally) a Christina
clip on her latest squeeze.
Granted it is a little long, but spectacular?
Dubai has never been on the Glynsky wish list, but something this exciting could be.
Yours, diablog, dropping like a stone
You will recall that I left you at the wonderful market where all sorts was for sale
including, bizarrely, motor bikes and specifically
I have no idea if this brand is still British let alone in existence but these look new enough.
No, I didn’t buy one but they certainly were popular (maybe the T shirts?) and added to everyone’s enjoyment.
Night fell and after a quick visit back to the hotel to freshen up it was out and to a tapas bar that had attracted our attention…
Just couldn’t miss mentioning one of my favourite song titles for this post on a recent 96 Club meet in Central London.
Glynsky duly attended with the 600 which, by wonderful coincidence, was joined by two other little Fiats
and the usual run of the mill stuff
and what is well on stream as a modern classic (Mme had one identical and it was a hoot – even after 13 years of ownership)
plus a rather OTT but beautiful Bentley
Level 42 – Something about you
We are approaching the end of June, a third of the summer is over. I hope you are having as much of a good time as I do.
While NYC enjoys a beautiful summer – current conditions are sunny and 78°F (or 26°C) – it seems, the Brits are having their typical English summer.
On my way into the sunshine,
As I write this I suddenly realise that Engine Room gets all sniffy about too much info in one post so have split this into two.
Last weekend Mme and I spent 3 days in Spain which is unusual for us (Spain that is) as we have never really rated what we have seen of it so far.
The first day was in a Parador – this link tells you a bit about them and you can look up any place you fancy – though frankly the buildings and comfort are wonderful but do your best to avoid eating in them. Having tried 7 so far, we have only ever had one good, let alone outstanding, meal.
But then it was on to Madrid for 2 days and a brilliant hotel right on
Plaza Neptuno. Note that we were nowhere near Plaza Mayor (the sort of Piccadilly of Madrid which, frankly, sucks and is full of rubbish (of all descriptions and very sad).
By sheer luck we were there when (in the surrounding back streets) there was the most wonderful ‘happening’ where Mme had her fill of her earlier life as an antique dealer and Glynsky really enjoyed himself amongst all sorts of stalls
Yesterday’s post title referred to a well known song title and then….
In a recent comment from the beloved Casper it appears (stress ‘appears’) that this may be in order for you:
and if I read it (got it) all wrong, what the hell, its a good pop song anyway. Love it.
Many ’60’s resonances with modern application.
Yours, diablog, foot tappin’,