Marbs is nice. The yachts are nice, the cars are nicer. The £5.50 for a beer is rough, but not wanting to look like a tit from the North East who wants an Old Speckled Hen for a quid, you grin through and pay the nice man.
There was work, there was food and there was partying. Highlights for me were a 4 hour meeting on the beach where I caught a nice case of on-set skin peeling, a night in Puerto Banus’ Hard Rock Cafe with a snazzy burger the size of a small Spanish Lady (of which I only managed half…fail!) and a new presentation showing people how to use my Jedi mind tricks to sell their services during any presentations that they give.
The last supper was had in what you could easily mistake for ‘some Spanish bloke’s living room’. He cooked for the lot of us and brought us out deserts. Without asking. I think he also spoon fed one of our party cos he thought she was beautiful. Not only was his taste in women questionable, but his recipe for meatballs had a few of us perplexed.
It was entertaining to see meatballs in gravy, instead of tomato sauce. The home made cheesecake made up for it though.
Over dinner I was asked to fly out again the following week, so I’ll be doing that tomorrow to work on some change management style stuff, and then back to Blighty for Saturday night at Beamish Hall to raise funds for the NSPCC.