An Empty Bar, a Dog and a New Year

Mogan, Gran Canaria, 1976. We were poor, not dirt farmer poor you understand. I’m not Clarence Carter, the rains hadn’t washed the crops away, my mom wasn’t called Lucille and she wouldn’t have been able to afford the bus fare into town even if she was. No, we were poor spear-fishermen, living in a van and I was beginning to feel a little like Patches as the fish had become as elusive as his crops. Just before Christmas we landed aย  twenty seven pound Monkfish, sadly the Spaniards of Gran Canaria didn’t eat Monkfish, but the local cats seemed to enjoy it.

New Years Eve approached and I guess I looked glum. I was eighteen, I required food, alcohol and female company – I wasn’t particularly concerned which order I got them – but I wasn’t getting any. The Master had planned a surprise, he told me he had salted away a little money and on New Years Eve we were going to the local bar. ‘Food,’ he said, ‘would have to be Tapas,’ (they were free in those days) but we could have a drink and if I could manage a smile we may even attract some female company – Hurrah.

The night arrived and after a good wash in the sea (maybe that’s why the fish left?) We set out for a New Years Eve to remember. Everyone in Jose’s Bar greeted us with their usual gusto, which was to generally ignore us. In the past there had been an issue with myself, a girl and her father and I guess you could say a little unpleasantness with some American campers when ‘Mudguts’ and I had caused what the local Guardia described as a riot (over reactionaries – tut) We were determined to enjoy ourselves and soon everyone loosened up, there was talk of the fish, how the weather was possibly going to blow up in January and eye contact with a senorita. The master gave me one of those looks (you know the one, it says. “Stop it!!) when her beau glared at me. By quarter to twelve I was excited and looked forward to toasting the New Year with our friends. At this point they all disappeared. I mean everyone, even the barman. There was a dog, I guess he was Spanish, but he looked as happy as we did, we waited for half an hour and when no one returned? We finished our drinks and headed back to the van. To this day I still don’t know where everyone went ๐Ÿ™‚

Happy New Year everyone I hope it brings us much joy and literary success (yeah I know this isn’t literature, but I’m happy)ย  See you on the other side ๐Ÿ™‚

Advertisements

About charliecountryboy

Carpenter and Carpentry Lecturer. Writer, 5k and 10k runner, musician. Curious about life and all those wonderful people in it.
This entry was posted in 1970'S, Blogging, Fishing, Humour, Life, Lifestyle, Opinion, people, Travel and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

32 Responses to An Empty Bar, a Dog and a New Year

  1. Another beautifully retold memory – it made me smile! You know what, Charlie, I think we would have got on swimmingly in our mis-spent youths. Oh, and by the way, I can solve your mystery – they all came round to mine and we listened to Pink Floyd, smoked reefers and snogged the entire night way. Happy New Year!

    Liked by 5 people

  2. Beautiful read, wish you lots of happiness and joy in 2019๐Ÿ˜‡ Happy New year ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ’

    Liked by 5 people

  3. You get a million points for using Patches in a blog post!

    Sweetly written.

    Liked by 5 people

  4. Happy New Year Charlie! Hope this coming one is your best yet!

    Liked by 5 people

  5. Loved the read, you made me smile… You are special Charlie, you have a winning way with words. 2019 snd literary successn here we come!!! ๐Ÿ˜˜

    Liked by 4 people

  6. Resh says:

    Happy New Year. I want that literary success badly, thank you!

    Liked by 3 people

  7. Carolyn Page says:

    ” I mean everyone, even the barman.”
    I know you said ‘you finished your drinks and headed back for the van’…
    But, Charlie, surely you took advantage of the ‘open’ bar? Did you?
    Great story, Charlie; you sure have a way with words.. ๐Ÿ˜‰ ๐Ÿ˜‰
    See you on ‘the other side’…. ๐Ÿ™‚
    xoxoxo

    Liked by 2 people

    • Haha thanks Carolyn, I was about to help myself when โ€˜someoneโ€™ forbade it, he was like that with some stuff, I had to back down as he explained that maybe I had caused enough trouble for one trip, apart from anything else there were no available females and I had eaten, so as Meat Loaf once said, โ€œ….. ๐Ÿ˜˜

      Liked by 2 people

      • Carolyn Page says:

        I’m reminded of something that happened many years past.
        I was visiting one of my sisters; we were there for dinner.
        The music was blaring! I asked what we were having for dinner? My sister thought I’d asked who was playing. She replied ‘Meat Loaf’.
        I was so disappointed with the chicken dinner… I was really looking forward to some Meat Loaf… ๐Ÿ˜‰ ๐Ÿ˜‰
        I didn’t tell her, of course!

        Liked by 2 people

      • Haha, Now you’ve reminded me I haven’t had Meat Loaf for years ๐Ÿ˜‰

        Liked by 2 people

  8. Ana Daksina says:

    Same place the fishes went, bro ๐Ÿ˜‹

    Liked by 3 people

  9. Great read! Thanks for sharing

    Liked by 2 people

  10. Another interesting memory. Perhaps they went off fishing on the Marie Celeste…

    Liked by 2 people

  11. Invisibly Me says:

    “Everyone in Joseโ€™s Bar greeted us with their usual gusto, which was to generally ignore us” < I think I've met those people in my local pub! Hahah thanks for the chuckles, and what a mystery!
    Wishing you all the very best for a bright New Year – I hope 2019 is a good one for you! ๐Ÿ™‚
    Caz x

    Liked by 1 person

  12. Andy says:

    It’s so well told! I would love that literary success, hehe๐Ÿ˜… Have a great year and a good time writing! โค

    Liked by 1 person

  13. Lara/Trace says:

    I don’t even have words since I’m smiling so hard. You are so good!

    Like

  14. Laleh Chini says:

    Great read dear Charlie. Happy new year.<3

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s