Sometimes I feel like I’m in Barcelona

So, Barcelona.

A lovely day at the W Hotel beach, with obscene volumes of cocktails and sangria.

Food was taken in the form of funny little tins of cubed cheese in oil and anchovies in the same, with plain, high-end olive oil crisps – I constructed a sort of sandwich featuring the above. 

Later we had a meal out at Shoko restaurant, with even more copious cocktails. Some sushi appetiser followed by prawn and avocado tower with rare steak & mash for mains. 

Then onto CDLC, this time for many a bombjeager – required both for the digestive properties of the J and the awakening abilities of the RB before onto Opium nightclub and four bottles of Grey Goose. Absolute carnage.

Senor Humpo