Where A Hole Don’t Belong

Holes. Holes that we have known and loved and, in certain cases, still do. Puerto Pollensa would not be the same without its annual hole-making competition that rips the place up. Fine sport. But sadly of course Puerto Pollensa no longer has the gloriously holed strip that used to be the splendid Calle Bot, now reduced to a smooth thoroughfare, or the magnificent Garbi hole of fond remembrance - raw sewage and filthy water now removed and filled in as Taylor Woodrow build, as they have built (or rather build in their own words) since 1958.

So one searches for other fine examples of the hole-making art. Eroski Syp in Puerto Alcúdia (the one opposite the Campsa garage) has been trying hard for some weeks now. As one exits the car park, the pavement has collapsed, the stonework undone and broken. Water floods in of course allowing the unwary driver to drop a back wheel into the unseen void. Small beer though this hole. Needs some work on it. A rather finer example of a hole with danger is on a pavement near to the Eden Center in Playa de Muro. As the street lights are not working in its vicinity, it is superbly positioned (and concealed unless one has the eyes of a cat) to trap someone wandering home after dark. Well done!

And I speak with some authority on this second one, though I managed to avoid spraining an ankle when returning from the Pins i Mates restaurant. Now this is not pins and mates, mate, it is pines and bushes - all very confusing - but, albeit in a roundabout way, this lets me report on what is not a bad and economic place for some nosh. Brilliant it ain’t, but it’s ok. A whopping great bit of breaded cod with chips and salad, and for two of us with various drinks etc and an enormous shared additional salad - 26 euros. Not bad, and the service was top-notch.


QUIZ
Yesterday - The Steve Miller Band, which finally allows me to use a gag that Alastair sent. Who is the rock-musician sibling of the two brothers in Gordon Brown’s Cabinet, David and Ed? Answer: Steve Miliband. It’s how you tell it. Today’s title? It’s a line from a great novelty song of the early ‘60s.

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