2 September 2006 - The Gay Milonga

The Milonga was an eye opener as men in combat trousers danced Tango cheek to cheek across the dance-floor.

The Tokyo world champs were in there strutting their stuff and us plebs messing the circle of rotation up on the dance floor.

The night started off well. I had a lovely sleep, got dolled up as much as you possibly can with feck all in your back pack apart from a scabby pair of old jeans, very old going out tops and a glittery scalf. Still can´t bring myself to wear the stillettoes.

I went to the hostal to meet the others going on the tour. My Swedish mate Kele i met in the day was coming too. There were 2 girls from London on it and a French guy who didn´t know his left from his right.

We went with our guide for the lessons. I daren´t tell anyone i have had lessons before in case i was shit, but hey, I wasn´t and didn´t i know it.

There was free wine all night and i was intoxicated after about 2 glasses, such a lightweight.

I had to dance with this French girl and one of us was supposed to close our eyes and be led. Lost in translation - we both had our eyes shut and were playing a game of blind mans buff. Amusing when we both eventually realised.

I danced with a South African with Halitosis and an English dork who kept looking down my top and his excuse was that he was a giant I think?????????

After classes we went for a Pizza and once again the Beatles followed me. A big sign Sept 12 - The Beats!! Got another picture of course. Not only that , 2 people on the tour were from the Wirral.

I hit the gay Milonga (part of the tour i may add) and it was great. Mildly weird but great. Well enjoyed it.

A skinhead in army combats (camoflage of course) trotting around the dancefloor cheek to cheek with his fella. Loads of weird couples, it was like a scene from Birdcage.

I enjoyed my second night in BA and already decided i liked the city and its similarities to London except BA does have much fitter men. Even if they are mostly gay with mad hair doos.

I have travelled on lots of buses, tubes, by foot and have 2 maps so i pretty much know everywhere now. Knowledge is power.

I have found a lovely pastry shop i go into most days and one day i ate a whole pie. Seriously! a whole pie. How fat am I ?!and who ate all the pies?!!

Now I am buying fruit in the mornings and eating the pies in the avvo. Lovin it!

Took myself off to Boca yesterday. Really dangerous and people tell you not to go but you know i love a thrill, so off i went on the bus. Trawled through the copious amounts of dog shit to find the stadium and they wouldn´t sell me the tickets. I had to buy a package. I got a cob on and went to the Caminito for a nose around. Acosted by another birdcage contender in the street ´come into my restaurant my pretty´no thanks snotty eyes. He had white slaver dried on one side of his mouth and a big load of crusties in his eye on the same side. Not long been up from his siesta me thinks.