Help me Ibuprofenobi, you're my only hope

I'm writing this drugged out of my eyeballs, like the guy downstairs who I found sleeping outside my door with a beer in his hand on Saturday.

I went out on Friday night, woke up on Saturday morning with my jaw feeling like it had been shattered and then sellotaped backtogether during the night. I'm not 100% sure what had happened, I'm guessing a severe case of teeth gritting has screwed up my jaw and gums and now I'm suffering the AGONISING result. Spent three and a half days lying around in pain before I plucked up the courage to go out to the 'farmacia' to pick up some painkillers... or 'analgesia' as they're called. Was slightly concerned that I'd got the translation wrong and was going to be confronted with double-time staring, not your every day Spanish staring. Luckily my analgesias are doing the trick though, well, doing the trick in that I feel like I'm floating all day, until they wear off and I have to wait around for two hours of agony until I'm allowed to take some more.

So that's been fun. And just as I'm almost fully recovered from my arm hack-job. The bruise is still there, a whopping two weeks after the incident.

I'm finally the proud owner of a spanish bank card. That was a palava, and one which I wont recount here as it's not a terribly exciting one.

For Halloween a load of us went out around Palma and ended up in a transvestite bar whose name escapes me. Bit of a bizarre evening, I remember one point where this man/woman was stood on this stage in the middle of the room with all this weird fabric being spread around the room like a web. I don't really know what it was all about, but when I switched on the tv the next night I saw it all replayed on local news... I thought I'd seen a camera crew running around.

Went on a lovely bike ride down along the coast to the German encampment of S'Arenal. I'd heard the bike ride was nice, which it was, but that the town/beach was horrible, which it was. The beach was this 4 kilometer stetch of boredom, but on the plus side it was pretty empty due to it now being 'off-season'.

Every morning I seem to cycle past a daytime tv crew filming, for some bizarre reason, on the cycle lane on my way to work. Guess it's because it's a nice view out to the Bay, infact it's the point where the video in a previous post was set, looks nice in the morning. Anyway, I'm starting to get annoyed at this disruption as I'm always late, so I've taken to gathering as much speed as possible and screaming past the presenters' faces going 'RRAAARRR!!!' like a formula one car. That'll teach them to give me dirty looks... and let that be a warning to the rest of Spain too.

There's been loads of things happening recently but I'm currently starting to feel the beginning of the pain to come back so I need to go and drug myself up again. But here's some photos of recent events, including the 'web' moment, some photos from my bike trip, a little cove called Portixol that I go to occasionally for a beer after work and even a rare photo of me from the weekend before I screwed the right side of my face up. Brilliant.

R