Today I’m trying to join a Spanish meet-up group. Ideally I’d rather a latin one, but they’re meeting next week in a really loud bar with dancing, so that’s not really for me.

Spaniards can be quite dry and humourless at times. (sorry to offend, but it’s a goal of mine.) Well, they have an online application form you have to fill in before you can join their elitist group.

This is their first question:
Q> Where are you from? If you’re not Spanish what is your special connection with Spain?
_{Oh please! “Special connection”!}

I’m really wanting to answer with this:
“I’m a Londoner. I don’t know Spain but once I had a flight stop-over in Madrid for 5 hours and I fell in love with the airport. The MacDonalds’ coffee was great, the toilets amazing and I bought a straw donkey and a sombrero. I feel a profound connection with bull-fighting and Gibraltar.”

Then later it asks:
Q>”How did you find us? Who recommended you?”
I’m tempted to reply: “The flight attendant at Madrid airport recommended this Spanish group. He said you …”

Oh, guess maybe I shouldn’t 5 months ago