Adrian Chiles wrote in the Guardian today
how much he hated nightclubs, I agreed perhaps for a different reason.
The club was – I think- in Barcelona- or perhaps someplace else
It was like descending into hell, dark with Garish light.
I have a phobia I can´t handle crowds at the best of times breaks into a sweat
and feel faint.
I paid for my beer, but complained about the price, the waiter
pointed to a price list that hangs high up on a wall, so I paid.
Outside the night air was lovely, I lit a cigarette and stood there
enjoying the freedom from this inferno.
I didn´t stay the long an elderly man accosted me thought I was
A male prostitute.
Further along the road, I came to a bar that had a cosy feel, like a pub
and plenty of newspapers in English, I was in my element.
I read the Guardian for the first time found it stimulating and left-wing,
I still read the Guardian, but no longer find it left-leaning, that can
be because I have become, as I get older, left of the spectrum.
That was before computers, and e. phones and 24-hour news.
Although I`m banned from commenting in the Guardian, I hold no grudges
there are some fine writers I like to follow.