| The following days promo took place in the Caroline
offices and featured interviews with all the main music and national press
as well as a TV interview for a tele5 show called 'No Solo Musica'.
Mark and Jorge worked Alan until 8:30 pm and he was so exhausted that we didn't make it out that night. On Saturday morning, determined to explore the city and take advantage of the sunshine, the two of us headed off to find a good shopping and cafe area. Spurred on by the usually reliable 'Time Out' guide and envisaging the Madrid version of Covent Garden or the Kings Road, we searched high and low but couldn't find anything vaguely resembling our expectations. I'm sorry to say that our experience of Madrid
wasn't helped by the fact that as with the above mentioned flight, we seemed
to encounter all the most unwelcoming people the city had to offer - from
arrogant doormen and stoney-faced waitresses, to generally grumpy locals.
And while I'm having a go, can someone explain what the 'spitting' fixation
is all about? Any of you who are familiar with the Winnie The Pooh stories,
will recall the myth about not treading on the cracks in the pavement for
fear of being attacked by waiting bears........ well, I feel I should rewrite
this for the Spanish market and make it more relevant to the day I spent
dodging globules of snot and spittle that marred the walkways of an ordinarily
beautiful city. At one point I had a near collision with a high projectile
'greeny' that was issued forth from the lips of a well-dressed woman, resplendent
in expensive fur coat. I'm afraid my image of Madrid has be tainted for
ever more.
ROME Rome was altogether more civilised after we hooked
up with Lucy, Carlo Martelli and Francesca (from Labels -
Virgin ), 3 long and seemingly never-ending days later.
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