To Barcelona

Trains to Prestwick, a childhood haunt, Ryanair to Girona and bus to Barcelona. My neighbour on the plane was a Scottish girl who lives in a caravan in Barcelona. She’s been a trapeze artist for seven years.

Booked into my hotel, which is modern and business-like, and set off walking to explore. I was soon in the Gracia area and had a beer and tapas in a student bar full of smoke (smoke in a bar, what a strange thing!).  Long, tired walk back the hotel.

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Free to download - Stories My Killer Told Me: Five surreal story-songs from my Edinburgh Fringe show.

  • I Am Not The One For You
  • The Ever Open Door
  • New Eyes
  • A Forest Trail in Autumn
  • The Portobello Slam

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