Regular readers will know that Bob On The Pot has been on holiday in Spain. You can read Week 1′s report is here. Week 2′s report is here!
Hello,
We are home! There is something nice about getting home. This is what you might call a paradox, when you consider that it is only in the last 10,000 years or so that we moved to a more sedentary lifestyle due to arable cultivation.
You may be surprised of my knowledge of the move from a hunter gatherer to agrarian society. I picked this up from the The History Channel whilst in our holding cell in Malaga Prison where myself, my lovely wife Shirley and her sister Doreen were residing on account of Doreen’s manhandling of Juan, a local road sweeper as she staggered home from the “Top O’ The Morn’ To Ye!”
Poor Juan, a man who had a dandy brushing technique before Doreen’s “needs” intervened. How his brush ended up in that orifice does not bare thinking about.
As I waited for Spanish Justice, I watched a bit of TV. I couldn’t find any porn (a clear breach of my human rights) hence the History Channel.
My only previous experience of pre-historic life was Raquel Welch in One Million Years BC. If that is stone age life you can keep it. Wearing a wig in that heat? Would bring my rash on terrible. And don’t mention the terror a stop-go animated dinosaur would induce.
But I must say deportation is the only way to travel.
Plenty of leg room (on account of the chains) free food and drink (intravenously applied if needs be) and priority boarding. All at no extra cost! Ablutions are tricky though. Hard to evacuate whilst manacled to a Home Office official who enthusiastically recounted her recent appearance on The Antiques Roadshow whilst I strained away.
Apart from that, top marks to Rendition Air. I’ll definitely be flying with them again.
Laters and Lids Down Gentlemen
