Week 76 of Gibraltar Diary

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Sunday 23rd August 2009

In the UK people would come from miles around to see this flower which is about two feet high and right below our window. In Gibraltar, you would hardly notice it (because it is so damned hot and sticky).

Because it is so hot I slip next door to the Rock Hotel for a quick bite to eat. Very disappointing.

Monday 24th August 2009

I was going to show you a palm tree but I am afraid you are going to have to wait.

Tuesday 25th August 2009

People who live in Africa are always banging on about the sunsets and I guess this sunset is probably the same one that Abdul Baset Ali al-Megrahi is enjoying a few miles south of here. It is quite clear that he was framed for the Lockerbie bombing - the evidence as set out by Private Eye over the years makes it clear that his conviction was ludicrous.

The politicians knew that his forthcoming appeal would make this clear so they released him to avoid the real evidence coming out and at the same time clear the decks to do oil deals with the Libyans. That's politics, folks.

Wednesday 26th August 2009

This is the crain carrier Zhen Hua 19. Have you ever seen anything that looks more likely to turn over? How would it cope in a gale?

Late in the afternoon I set off for the airport to meet my girlfriend who arrives on time. Welcome back!

Thursday 27th August 2009

At about 2.00pm the Queen Victoria shows up In Gibraltar harbour just as a couple of other big cruise ships are on the move. Despite the recession, it appears plenty of people are still going on cruises.

Friday 28th August 2009

Today we declare total war on the ants. Enough is enough. We shall fight them in the kitchen, we shall fight them in the bathrooms, we shall never surrender. They may think they are winning as they take great masses of goo back to their nest(s) but don't be deceived - it is really a poisonous bait and they will all die. Die, I tell you.

Unless they are the wrong kind of ants, that is. In which case they will all live happily ever after.

Saturday 29th August 2009

In the evening we visit the fair where the loudpeakers are all bellowing in English. What do the bellowers do for the rest of the year? Or are they English speaking Spaniards cunningly trying to take over Gibraltar by bursting our ear-drums so that we will not hear them coming in the dead of the night? I think we should be told.

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