Hi S7rider!
I liked it in Gibraltar, I really did, I even said at the end that I wish I were back there now for another couple of years.
Yes I was there a few years ago but unlike certain parts of my anatomy my mind is in reasonable working order.
Now those Rock Apes and I don’t mean the RAF Regiment at North Front, didn’t only bite people who unwisely fed them, they also wrenched windshield wipers and wing mirrors from cars and crapped on their bonnets too. Sounds like something you’d read in the Liverpool echo NOT The Gibraltar Chronicle.
Cats’ Pee. Now you’ve already owned up to being a university man, and from my experience university people can’t get out of bed early in the morning, so I’ll excuse you. Each weekday morning at about 6.30am Me and my friend ran Europa Point, Camp bay up past the Naval Hospital, Gymnasium, Mediterranean Steps (or Princess Caroline’s Battery) and the only thing I remember between all those puff, pants, gasps and wheezing was smelling my friends stale beer from the Angry Friar and the smell of Cats’ Pee. I think the cats pee on the roads; a bit like a drunken matelo!
My wife’s just hit me on the back of the head, saying that we really enjoyed our two years there. She was in a ladies squash team and states that the Gibraltarian Ladies Squash Teams did NOT cheat, she had friends in those teams (The beautiful Melisa Perez?). I'm NOT too sure about some of the others masquerading as ladies especially with their stout hairy legs muscular shoulders, they should have played in the Gibraltarian Mens Teams
But No I never deserved a sand blasting.
Keep smiling