The middle of the week has been a bit of a black hole of late - especially since Salud was prohibited from having live music a few months back. Now, thank heavens, their regular Wednesday evening gig is reinstated (although they've moved the 'stage' on to the mezzanine balcony, well away from the window right next to the street where it used to be; and they're very nervous about keeping the front door closed at all times to contain the sound): last night, it was French guitarist, Mathieu.
On the way home, of course, I stopped in at the Pool Bar. Big mistake! Quite a crowd in (farewell session for one of the international school teachers, who account for quite a number of the semi-regulars), and my pool nemesis, New Dad, was there for the first time in some weeks, and somewhere near the top of his game. Rather gallingly, I played like a god at the outset, got well ahead, but then got worn down by his safety game (never get too far ahead!) - nearly, but not quite. My mojo is toying with me.
Quite like old times.....
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