I may be a good match maker...

but i'm a crap flat hunter. I've been trying to help the lovely vero on her search for a new flat/locale... as you know this sort of endevor is almost always nearly impossible here in Barcelona as it's pure insanity... However since I'm online all day I keep an eye out for her and let her know if anything interesting comes on the market....

Last week I sent her a txt including details of this flat... it sounded interesting as the size was good and it had a terrace... the location was crap as it was on the ramblas... and you really do not want to live there unless you want to live in the dark underbelly of the city which turns over every night just after dusk turning it into a hell hole for tourists, drunks, prostitues and pick pockets gallore. But hey... one must explore all options. Vero went to see the flat... and after crossing through the police tape and spotting the sign on the door which cited that the last tenants had been evicted due to illegal activities taking place in the flat... she crossed the threshold with the estae agent... She was met by the most foul place on earth. It was littered with dirty matresses, porn, condoms and general filth of unimaginable propotions. A whorehouse extraordianare! The estate agently desperately applogised and promised they would clean it prior to the new tenant moving in... disgusting!!! Poor vero. I feel so bad. No wonder they did not have a picture of the place on the listing! I can't believe that they would show the place in that state! Well, yes I can. Welcome to the joyful world of Barcelona real estate. I certainly won't be quitting my day job any day in the near future!

I've been gymming and spinning and swimming. My hair is most decidedly green... that's the risk you take when you're sporting blond hair and you insist on swimming everyday... Lukie is making me a training plan. I'm going to in return give him a testimonial to help him start out the distance training portion of his service offering as a personal trainer. I think he will be really good at it. It helps as well that he is dashingly handsome... everyone wants a cute trainer... must have something nice to look at when you're squeezing out that last set of dips. Luke is the proof that I am a good matchmaker. I set him up with the lovely miss Helena many years back and now they live together and own a house together! Nuptuals are pending... I've announced to them that I want to be the flower girl. My sister has championed the 'adult flower girl' concept, and I'm in! Now Lukie just has to propose...

Speaking of another sucessful match making trick... the lovely Chris and his match (my sister's friend) are I believe still dating... must look him up when I get home next week.

Amsterdam business meeting on Monday... it's going to be a long long day but hopefully we get a lot done. We're not flying out until almost 22h therefore there will be a tiny bit of time to have a tipple with some chello peeps before jetting off.

Candadia land on Thursday! can't wait... holy air-miles batman.

You prbably can't tell

but i'm so excited that i'm clapping my hands with glee right now... don't be cheeky and tell me I can't possibly be because I'm typing... but lets get back to the excitement.

I'm flying to the great white north at the end of next week! I sincerely hope that there is no white left in this norther place as it's high time that spring arrives there too!

I'm flying an evil 15h flight to get there via NYC but hey when you leave it this late to book you get scraps and craps (loving that expression). My stop over in NYC is the most evil part coming in at 4h... I wish it was a tiny bit longer as I could go visit miss Yvonne and Benoit and their new little boy and their two fluffy cats and teeny chiuauah... maybe next time. I'm going to help celelbrate my grandparent's 60th wedding anniversary. Quite impressive. I wonder if they truely do still love each other or if they have simply mastered the art of loving being together... I must ask them. I think perhaps my grandmother is too practical to answer such a fluffy question. My grandfather's humour is so dark I just know he would turn it into a wickedly funny retort... that's why i love them so!

well it's about time...

Spring has finally sprung and all at once the trees have leaves and although it's midnight here it's still 21 degrees... now this is Barcelona weather! I guess all that rain did it's job... now that should just about wrap up this rain business for the next 12 months... which of course only means that the days of the news reporting how depleated the water reserves are here are but a few weeks away. Business as usual.

I spent most of the day and well into the night of course at "the agency" which is not surprise really as it's the black hole into which anyone who enters "the agency" will fall without any hope of getting out during the next 6-12h period... I had lunch on the terrace outside today which gave me the creeps as I swore on my life that I would never go back there after I quit. Funny how things go... I know I'm lucky to have income but going backwards like this is like doing that double armed backstroke in the fast lane at the pool... very hazardous to my health and to all those trying to zip by me.

The photography porfolio site I made for ze boi is proving very handing in pulling in some work. I'm well chuffed. I swear it's 100% more rewarding working for yourself and enjoying little triumphs like good site traffic and resulting job offers. Now if I could only find someone who would pay me to blog for a living... nahh i think i would have to be a waiter or a bouncer or a cabbie or a hooker and detail the riotous anecdotes that make up my days. That is exciting... not so much the leaves growing in Barcelona... I'm sure there is someone out there who would be interested in the leaves and the hits on the new site? surely? ha!

Some things in life are much clearer

epecially when you have a new pair of goggles from decathalon... comfy and clear and no fog! stick that in your pipe and smoke it Speedo!

Other things however are not so clear... such as why it's still so cold here even though we were treated to a tiny bit of sun today for the first time in weeks...

or why why why the makers of womens high heels do not see fit to follow the very clear trend to includ padding in all shoes at the ball of the foot to avoid terrible pain? The insert things are a great idea but come on folks should this not come as standard??? or is this simply the price you pay for wearing nice shoes? No pain no gain says mum... she's so right all the time! Hmm maybe I should take note that she stopped wearing heels years ago... comfy shoes... yes... croc's you say? I personally say NO NO NO. Never ever no not even if you try and slip them on to my cold dead body... even then I would find some way to post-humously protest...

Fashion is not an option it's an obligation!

Can that please be my epitaph?