You have Ricky's Cabaret bar to thank for that. Long gone are the halcyon days of Cafe La Belle in the late 90s.
The Cita Centre is just a stones throw away from the Yumbo it's like an abandoned industrial estate in the sun and very seedy, I went to spend a penny in a public toilet there and you couldn't move with old men masturbating and dribbling, cottaging in this day and age, I ask you.
I have only been to Playa del Inglés once - a fortnight in the mid-90s; one of the most dreadful holidays I ever had (cockroaches, Germans, grime and a massive row with my then-partner) - and have never, and will never go back. It was chav-a-go-go even then. The saving grace was a bar called "Centre Stage" that was run by an older Welsh queen and his Spanish boyfriend. The bar, I believe, survived for a while after the Welsh one's death - but it seems the rot set in on the Yumbo from there on... Jx
I remember Centre Stage in the late 90s, banging away on a tambourine like Thora Hird in Hallelujah and being bored out of my head, thinking what am I doing in here when there are cocks to be had in the Prison bar. Cockroaches, Germans and grime are still there and so is the Centre Stage.
No expense SPENT, more like. Makes Wood Green Shopping City look posh. Jx
ReplyDeleteThe Cita centre makes the Yumbo Centre look posh, very posh!
DeleteThat bad?! The Yumbo Centre's a chav paradise. Jx
DeleteYou have Ricky's Cabaret bar to thank for that. Long gone are the halcyon days of Cafe La Belle in the late 90s.
DeleteThe Cita Centre is just a stones throw away from the Yumbo it's like an abandoned industrial estate in the sun and very seedy, I went to spend a penny in a public toilet there and you couldn't move with old men masturbating and dribbling, cottaging in this day and age, I ask you.
I have only been to Playa del Inglés once - a fortnight in the mid-90s; one of the most dreadful holidays I ever had (cockroaches, Germans, grime and a massive row with my then-partner) - and have never, and will never go back. It was chav-a-go-go even then. The saving grace was a bar called "Centre Stage" that was run by an older Welsh queen and his Spanish boyfriend. The bar, I believe, survived for a while after the Welsh one's death - but it seems the rot set in on the Yumbo from there on... Jx
DeleteI remember Centre Stage in the late 90s, banging away on a tambourine like Thora Hird in Hallelujah and being bored out of my head, thinking what am I doing in here when there are cocks to be had in the Prison bar. Cockroaches, Germans and grime are still there and so is the Centre Stage.
DeleteAnd back atcha, Mitzi. Posh, poncey or pfft, I hope you enjoy whatever you like. Cheers!
ReplyDeleteThank you Dinah, I do try.
DeleteIt's absolutely magical. Merry whatever.
ReplyDeleteThank you Mr P. It's Christmas, I don't belong to the woke brigade, I don't care if I'm cancelled.
DeleteWell, all the better to ignore. I suppose one goes to Gran Canaria at Christmas time to get away from it all? Enjoy the sun, Mitzi!
ReplyDeleteI'm back home now, a week there is enough for anyone.
DeleteThis sums up Christmas perfectly!
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