We both with five other friends went to The Banana Club near Ceglie Messapica last night to celebrate some good new Geraldine and I had received that afternoon. The Banana Club boasts a large pool that you pay to visit during the day to save going to the beach, some soccer pitches and a large pizzaria. The anti pasta was immense, mussels,sardines, squid, octopus, fresh anchovies, cheeses and various meats. They stopped coming only when we raised the white flag and four huge pizzas arrived to take the place of the little plates. We washed it all down with 5 bottles of water ( it was a hot night) a few bottles of beer ( well I said it was hot) and a couple of litres of wine. The pizzas beat us and they were replaced with limoncello, Amareto and grappa to finish off the evening. The bill was just €90 for 7 people. The only problem was there was no karaoke last night. It now starts on July 1st. The karaoke isn’t really that as very few people seem to get up and sing so the guy running it sings his way through various Italian tunes while the diners dance on a small dance floor under the stars. The music is in the price of a meal. Not that I am adverse to a little karaoke especially if the wine or beer ( or both) have flowed. I hold the distinction of being thrown out of The Pickled Possum in Neutral Bay, Sydney, Australia no less. I had just finished my second and even better rendition of Bohemian Rhapsody and was about to embark on the third mistaking the crowd noise for cries of encore when they cut the power and the guy tossed me out.
Not a bad attempt that one but you should have heard me ! My son in law is in Brisbane at the moment following the Lions rugby tour. It is his first visit to OZ and will now be well equated with the Aussie pub. When I first went to OZ in 1967 they were mainly all male affairs and the 6 o’clock swill when pubs closed at 6pm had only finished the year before. No ladies were allowed in the public bars and in the ladies lounges women were unable to buy a drink so they had to have a man with them or tap on the hatch and ask the barman to ask their man in the public bar if he would buy them a drink. It wasn’t till 1973 after a group of women stormed the Manly Hotel public bar in Sydney that the pubs started to change. Unfortunately my son in law is not going to Sydney so will not be able to visit the Pickled Possum where I’m sure they still speak of my singing.
Let’s hope this doesn’t befall him
For those of you slightly envious of our hot weather you will be pleased to know it finishes tomorrow and we return to 25C days next week so it looks like we are through this year’s roasting hot week. There is a guy I pass each day on my walk who is always gardening and he was telling me that he planted 30 kilos of spuds and harvested under 20 kilos as we have had so little rain. He is 83 years old and is out in his large plot everyday in the spring and summer hoeing and digging, always barefooted and with an old pair of shorts. He looks 70 and if ever there was an example of the Mediterranean diet in action it is he.