Tag Archive | benidorm

Well how was I to know that happy hour meant drink twice as much ?

1986 was the year of Halleys Comet, a once in 76 year phenomenon that shone like a bright star with a tail in the sky for a few weeks and then buggered off for another 75 years. And 1986 was the year that all of Suzannes family decided to go on holiday to Benidorm. When [...]

Presents From Spain

She always was a sucker for the sort of bargain that wasn’t a bargain really, for the sort of junk that no-one else bought, the Betta-Ware man was a constant at our doorstep with his things for fishing stuff out of drains and plastic gadgets with no purpose whatsoever, my mother would buy junk off [...]

Tie A Jello Ribbo

Our Ned made a wonderful discovery in his loft the other day and I have ordered him to preserve the evidence until I can get it down in digital format and publish around these parts. Its the original Benidorm Live tape of Pepe Hernandez. If you are now scratching your heads and mumbling “Who?” then [...]

…and in doing so he discovered Benidorm

“I must warn you” I said to the young woman who, two years later would become my wife in a deal that I hadn’t realised would forever leave me impoverished, “my father likes to sing in bars”. It was I admit something of an understatement, the truth was that my father would not go into [...]

Flying with children

The one advantage to having your recently widowed father decide that he’s going to live the rest of his life singing in bars and generally just being on the piss in Benidorm is that you’re never short of somewhere to go on holiday, even if you hate the place. He took a long term lease [...]

Die a jello ribbo roun ze oo-oakdree

In 1981 my parents discovered Benidorm. Suzanne and I were actually with them at the time, we spent a week at The Hotel Bristol Park in Benidorms “old town”, we were young, in our twenties, my parents were old, in their sixties, Benidorm is the town of a thousand night clubs and sing-along-bars, a town [...]

Brian et morte

I found out yesterday that Brian was dead. You know, Brian from Benidorm, Brian who shared an apartment in Benidorm with my dad, Brian who was Walter Matthau to my dads Jack Lemmon, you remember, this Brian… Anyway, he’s dead. Died two years ago actually, its not a very good grapevine around here.

The Story of Frank, Part Three

So we’ve established that pubs and clubs played a large part in my fathers leisure activities but more than the actual pub or club in question was the ability of said pub or club to allow its patrons to get up and sing a song or tell a joke or two. Such a thing was [...]

The Odd Couple

When our mum died in 1992 our dad did a re-evaluation of his life, he had retired a couple of years earlier and I was paying him a small fortune in monthly payments spread over a time period of “for ever” in repayment for his share of the company – I didn’t see it coming [...]

Driving in Madrid

Anyone else ever done it ? Driven a car through, around and in the centre of Madrid ? No ? Its madness.

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