MM on Madrid.......

After the scandalous debacle of the 'dirty protest' incident I decided that it was time to bury the hatchet with my long time friend and comrade Sound Theory. A friendship born in the revolutionary hot-bed of mid 90's Hampshire, burgeoning on the beaches of Mexico and Brazil and cemented marauding down the right side of south London's football pitches was all too much to throw away on the back of some silly scatological shenanigans! It was with some trepidation (necessitating valium to calm the nerves) that I arrived in Madrid. Of course my apprehension was misplaced as Sound Theory proved himself to be the bigger man by making the first move in this new age of detente, by immediately offering up the local peace pipe on my arrival. Many know that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. Sound Theory knows that the way to Muxloe's heart is via his favourite spanish nibble - the empanada. Accordingly friendship was re-affirmed with the offer of a slice of tuna empanada pie adorned with a heart. The cold war is over.

Sadly Madrid proved to be a miserable rather than magical experience. The sun failed to shine, the tapas was bland, the beer was flat, the madrid girls were mingers and I was laughed at for my red face. Of course all of this is complete lies and the opposite can be understood to be true - except that is for my being laughed at for having a red face,(damn that spanish sun and my english skin) that much is true!

Madrid was actually magnificent. Highlights in no particular order included; an average of an empanada a day, 'people watching' in the Retiro park, the opportunity to spend more time and get to know the enchanting Mrs Sound Theory, an authentic 'yorkshire pizza' at an abbey themed Irish bar, a party hosted by a man called Bruno who looked like he could feature in a 70's cartoon like Marmaduke or Pigeon Street, gaining an insight into and developing an affinity for the ever expanding 'weltanschauen' (german - world/life view) of Sound Theory, watching a feast of footballing tricks by a team of South American wonder kids, enjoying a siesta whilst the Polish cleaning lady ironed ST's shirts and a quiet hour's contemplation in the courtyard of the wonderful Reina Sofia gallery. Muy bien!

My only regrets were the second valium and that my trip didn't last longer.