Dawn Llewellyn-Price column: Present problem
CELEBRATING a big birthday is pretty scary, unless it's someone else's when in that case, it's all systems go. Virgoman just had a zero on the end of his, so with due deference to the month of September and its habit of raining down on things like the Romans and Carthaginians fiesta, planned barbecues (normally not a problem in Spain) and any other event you may consider holding outdoors, we organised a hog roast at a nearby bar with a canopy, just in case. Thirty drowned rats would not a celebration make.
In the event, the rain stayed mainly on the plain, the hog was delicious, we boogied till the early hours (well, close to midnight, but we did start at 6pm) and everyone suffered the next day. A roaring success, then.
The trouble with these zero birthdays is what to buy. Shirts? Socks? A year's subscription to the Evening Post? Hip flasks aside (he ended up with two exactly the same, despite me thinking I'd bought the last one in the shop) this one was proving a problem. Then it hit me. Get something I too can enjoy, something that doesn't need dusting, or take up room, something we'd been threatening to do every year but never got around to. Benidorm Palace. A Vegas/Paris type show. Bling and glitz.
I booked two tickets, allowing a day in between for recovery. So, last Saturday, we enjoyed a five course meal, and a spectacular night out.
It was indeed, amazing, and yes, we bought a couple of overpriced photos taken on entry and at the table.
We watched flamenco, river-dance, Michael Jackson, laser lights, plate spinners, amazing acrobats, stunning costume changes, and jaw dropping feats. Plus rather a lot of bare breasted beauties.
Well, it was his birthday, not mine.