Shooting La Escondida hotel in Penáguila, Spain, right before it opened was fun. Yvette and Terry Venables are fantastically hands on with their little hotel, and the pre-opening adventures were decidedly memorable. It was a good place to wake up on my birthday.
On the way home, I sat beside a bloke reading Terry’s “Venables Verdict” column on the previous night’s England match, which I’d partially made possible by hooking up an iPad with a stream so we could tune in. My Tottenham-fan dad was very proud.
“Los Indignados” were camping out in Barcelona’s Plaça de Catalunya back in May. The square was entirely packed when I arrived one midnight.
A few days later the Mossos d’Esquadra (the Catalonian police) violently cleared the plaza in advance of the FC Barcelona’s appearance in the Champions League final, and the protesters were re-establishing their camp when I went back.
(Then, I got accidentally knocked over and sprained my ankle. Encampment first-aid was limited but very kind. That night, Pulp played Primavera Sound and Jarvis Cocker announced his support for the protesters. I took a ton of painkillers and danced despite the ankle. And, FCB won and people flooded the streets for their victory parade. It was an interesting few days in Barcelona.)
I got a bit busy and never posted pictures from Primavera Sound. I started making plans for next year today, which reminded me how good it was.
Two of the standout bands for me were Davila 666 and Darkstar. Davila 666 (from Puerto Rico) were already making hundreds of wild-dancing Spanish girls go mental when the news came through that FCB had beaten Manchester United in the 2011 Champions League Final at Wembley.
Darkstar (from England) were being so brilliant that I walked alone up to the stage with no idea who they were, and then I realised I was standing right next to my friends, who knew them. Magic. Thank you, Barcelona.
PS—Plus I took a picture of Matty Pipes looking very solemn, which is never bad.