Ken's Dirty Dives

Why don’t departure lounges have more plug sockets? It’s incredibly difficult for me to figure out what to be mad about this week. Barcelona is beautiful, and despite the fact I’ve walked 51kms in two days, I’m very relaxed. The weather is perfect. Half of the trees have food growing on them. Every café serves incredible coffee. Bakeries and patisseries are aplenty. The beers are €3. The architecture is eye watering, and thanks to Napoleon, very Parisian. Frankly I’m struggling to find a reason why I don’t live here. I could teach people how to scuba dive and live on cured ham. The cost of living would be cheaper and for a full card in a game of bingo, I wouldn’t have to suffer through any more winters. Sounds like a Charles Perrault novel   To top off all the previously mentioned pros to this city, as if there weren’t enough, there seems to be a massive rock scene in the area and waving the banner at the helm of the rock & metal community is Psycho Rock Bar. This little gaf is...

  Bom dia Lisbon. Why the fuck are there olives on everything? For what it's worth, the construction game has gone to absolute shit. My advice to anyone thinking they'd like to be a tradie, is don't. Chances are you'll be 3 years into an apprenticeship and utterly hate your life. What you should do instead, (having never worked a day on the tools) is go to school for project management. This way you'll get a nice certificate, a fancy job title, and then you'll "run" the job. If you think I'm just being facetious, I'm not. That's the direction the construction industry has gone. World wide. Much like the music industry, construction has become a game run by bean counters that are usually so lost they couldn't find themselves in a mirror. Having spent the last 8 months going to battle on a particularly grizzly site, and since occupancy is upon us, I decided it was time to leave for a few weeks and get some sun. This was a wise choice as...