Slow news day. So you get cats onna quilt. I’m also under there somewhere…
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… it’s gonna be a looooong night.
17 Saturday Jan 2015

I love Morcilla. I really do. But man!!! She has cost me a fortune in replacing cords over the past year or so. Especially those damn iPhone5 “lightning” ones at 20€ a pop (she’s destroyed 4 of those already). As you can see, I try to tape them up if they haven’t been bitten right through, which sometimes works, for awhile. Likewise my iPod speaker deck has been rendered useless (placed an order for a new power cable today) and – yes Alison! – that’s the landline phone electric cable in the middle, neatly chomped in two (once again!). I don’t know where to get a new one of those – probably cheaper to just buy a new phone.
Thank goodness Morcilla only (ONLY!) goes for these really thin ones. The TV, computer and various lamp cords have – so far – remained untouched. Lucky for her she’s cute…
15 Thursday Jan 2015

This made me sad and angry in equal amounts. What kind of fuckwit does this? Of course it’s all because years ago the local government issued licenses to several bars in this area (my barrio!), allowing them to stay open until 4 in the morning (and there’s another next to my house opens at 6 am – wtf?). Needless to say this attracts the kind of “select clientele” that commits these kinds of atrocities. Also, all of these bars are tiny, so people spill out into the street all night long, drinking, shouting, fighting, pissing, vomiting, vandalizing…
But this poor orange tree. It really does symbolise our broken barrio. So often since I moved here four years ago I’ve considered moving because of the noise and the “war zone” feeling the streets take on at night. But what about the residents who own their homes? It’s a terrible situation. A few months ago a neighbourhood association was formed, and we’ve been fighting city hall ever since. Meanwhile, I’m sure palms are being greased somewhere, and many of these bars selling cheap booze (often to minors) are probably also fronts for other illegal activities. Otherwise why don’t the police do anything?