BARCELONA SEPTEMBER.

My good Australian friends George kousoulis, Jake Demos, Dean Palmer and Englishman Adam moss all came to stay for what ended up being a wild, wild 10 days. Many memorable things happened, from drunken Styles jumping into the harbour to save a pack of cigarettes, drunken/screaming late night hill bombing through the little winding streets in the centre. But i would like to share with you one story that we will never forget.
One night we were walking to Macba and a man of Moroccon appearance was hanging of a balcony 6 stories up while Police bellow shon torches on him while others busted in the front door. The man then balanced with one hand on the railing and one on some old unsecure pipe and swung of it to the next balcony. Like a game of cat and mouse as the man leaped from one balcony to the other the police would appear on the one he was on 5 seconds to late. The game continued for 2-3 minutes and then we heard the brute force of the Catalan Police, the man was screaming and it sounded like they were beating him heavily with there batons. 5 mins later 6 Police officers dragged him out the front door and with extreme difficulty may i add. Like trying to pack away a large sleeping bag into a small case they slowly worked the mans body into the police car . . . In doing this the man was completely upside down at one point with his feet in there air kicking, trying to break free . . .
While watching this i remembered that Chay had told me that some guys scale up buildings and rob peoples apartments if they have left there balcony doors or windows open. The little streets of Barcelona always provide some kind of wild entertainment when u least expect it ! ! ! ! ! And for some reason more often then not on a sunday, monday or tuesday night!!!