I imagine a Catalan private dick named 'Oliver Detectius'. As Sara said, "his destiny was pretty much decided from birth". A long and proud line of private investigators...
Look, you don't have to find it funny. I do. That's enough.
More pictures from Barcelona soon. I'd write about it further but I'm feeling a little drained at the moment, oddly enough. Think it's the pressure of all the assignments and my dissertation hanging over my head, plus the thought of what the hell I'm going to do when the time comes to seek gainful employment. The funny thing about crossing bridges when you come to them: sometimes when you get close enough you realise that there isn't actually a bridge in the first place, and the water's running quite fast...
Time to dive right in huh? Love the picture and the sign. Have fun over there man...
ReplyDeleteCheers: I'm back already though! Should have made it clearer in the post I guess...
ReplyDeleteRe. diving in: problem is, I've heard the river forks downstream toward either Terminal Unemployment or a place I've been before called Doing Jobs I Hate Just For The Money