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... I don't know if the mosquitoes are just a summer thing - never been bothered by them in September.

The fuckers are resident all year. I got bitten to shreds in December last year.

Back to work at Cotton Beach Club (which has proved to be the hit of the year - hugely successful) and just about beginning to get into the island life groove. Very easy to forget about the rest of the World and all of the media bollocks. Another month here for me before Barcelona and Granada. More work is on offer if I want to return. I probably will.

*Don't know about you, but my brains still haven't quite normalised!*
 
The fuckers are resident all year. I got bitten to shreds in December last year.

*Don't know about you, but my brains still haven't quite normalised!*

I need to figure out why I got attacked this time then! It's weird to have never been bothered by them in your life (some of my family get badly bitten by them), then suddenly to be bitten all over. I assumed they went for certain blood types? maybe eating certain food stuffs keep them away? maybe there weren't enough drugs in my system? :D I was thinking I was done with Ibiza, but already thinking I could go back - would be strictly June or September (and little chance of me getting hols in Sept now, I think) rather than July. That heat is too punishing for me.

My brain is back to normal now. No massive depression. I think I may have experienced my comedown while there after going a bit silly on the 1st night. I had sleep paralysis last night, but nothing that couldn't be cured with a half an etizolam and a nip of Spanish brandy. Going to the supermarket today (sober, driving) was easy. My sleep pattern is out of sync, though - need to fix that for going back to the grind on Tuesday.
 
Jonie boy ,Shout me when you are back in Granada.

Will do. Aiming for September 20th. But, you should get yourself over here. Free stuff and guest listed at most clubs (even though I have yet to visit any). Beautiful company from swimwear model from Tahiti. Back on good work and good cash.

Visiting friends near BCN first couple of weeks of Sep', then back home to Granada for an Urban75 meet. You're in the team now - come and meet some real people behind the names.
 
Ho ho :D

I am back where I was just before having everything stolen in Barcelona Two years ago. I like this place as naff as it is. It is sort of liberated in an anything goes sort of way. Bloody expensive in summer mind. Need to buy a tent.

Giving 'alternative Ibiza' another go. Hopefully my beautiful friend will join me for a drink, or something. I am going to re-work her painting.

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Suza and Milo version 7 comes next. My plan is to work on a very large canvas in Placa de Parc and collect drops to survive. Then I will reproduce it as quality prints to sell in the street and online.

Going to fall in love again. Probably going to do too many drugs again. But, hey WTF is life for?
 
Hey Stan, I'm back in Ibiza 18th - 25th September (staying Playa D'en Bossa). Hopefully catch up if you're still there. :)

I will most probably be here. Think most of the closing parties will be the weekend of the 25th. My personal objective is to paint lots.

Two days back on the island. Most of my chalkboards are still alive and well. Couple of businesses have vanished. Some of my friends from the street have vanished :( Yet to contact my clients and good friends. Made plenty of cash early today, so have money for a BIG canvas and paints and brushes tomorrow - I think this is going to work. I want to complete 20 oil paintings for an exhibition whilst I am here. All have been painted before, but I want to re-work them in my current style to give a bit of continuity. Taken me 10 years to find the confidence to do this. I am ready to approach big galleries.

One friend here is obviously not very well. He is dying basically. Hopefully, I can give him a lift and a bit of fight, if not, I would like to help him find peace.

I had forgotten about the humidity, mosquitoes and cockroaches.

MUST AVOID STUFFS AND WAKE UP WITH CASH IN POCKET TOMMOROW MORNING:

Look forwards to seeing you Johnny Vodka :) A couple of other U75 posters may well be here also!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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I also forgot about the Ibiza bugs. Almighty painful shits for the past Five days. No fun at all. Running to a shitter every 20 minutes. Think I shat out stuff that had been lying in my guts for 10 years, or longer. Force feeding myself pot noodle type stuff (getting hot water from a bar) and mashed potato powder. No drinking :(

Better now :)

My plan was to book a bed for a few nights and make myself presentable before approaching clients. However, all clients managed to find me looking and feeling a total mess before I had even emailed any of them. Positive to the point of "if we don't hear from you in Two days we will contact you". So, I could have some nice work. Picked up a small job to do today. Will convert that into a camera to post pics of the interesting bunch I am hanging with and other stuff. The 'season' has almost gone already. Personally, I much prefer Ibiza out of season and can't wait for all the money heads to fuck off. Others (fellow street workers) are getting worried. They are going to get stuck here. Most have habits to feed before they can even think about a ferry to Barcelona, or flight home.

Despite the most painful stomach bug I have ever experienced, all is going very well. Ibiza likes me.
 
feeling any better now?

First solid shit in 10 days this morning. I am back on the up.

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I haven't read back through this thread. I suspect I have mentioned the precarious life of street dwellers here before. Frankly, it is depressing. September/October people begin to realise they may get stuck here for the winter - it isn't cheap to get away. Few tourists to make your cash from, and you can't go theiving from the locals because, well - they are always here to find you and kick the fucking shit out of you. Quite rightly so.

Looks like we have already lost a member of this seasons crew.

Adam from Hungary was/is a very intelligent (fluent in Three languages), bright, attractive (has a natural Ibiza body many are jealous of) likeable young guy. He found me the day before yesterday whilst I was working in front of a clients bar. Threw himself into the terraces in a way that wasn't drunken twatiness, or attention seeking. It was very obviously a big cry for help. He had been on a drug induced downwards spiral for a couple of days after losing his passport and flight to his girl in Valencia.

I get him out of my clients bar. Pick him up and walk him to a bench.

"What have you taken?"

Eventually...
1 Litre of red wine
20 cans of beer
4 ectasy pills (these are strong fuckers. Multi-coloured square pills, rich in MDMA and mixed with LSD and amphetamines)
Bottle of whisky, possibly more.

Sat him on the bench with a bottle of water and bought a couple of cans of Aquarius (this is good in emergency situations). Sat him with mates and very clearly stated "DO NOT LET HIM DRINK, OR TAKE ANYTHING ELSE". Ambulance didn't look necessary at this point. However, big strong guy managed to muscle his way into Three bottles of Methadone from a prescribed user. He drank all Three before anyone could take them from him. That is 150mg of Methadone on top of a very volatile cocktail. Nobody has seen him since.

Hospital refuse to give any information, because I don't know his family name. I have no idea if he got to hospital. He could quite easily be dead on the beach, or in the street.

Fear the worse - hope for the best. I think that is R.I.P. Hungarian Adam :(

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I am chalkboarding and menu translating for day to day ATM whilst waiting for season to end to make my big money.

Decided to photographically poprtrait and interview all my 'interesting' mates before they all die.
 
Doesn't sound great. Maybe there will be more business around the closing parties.. if the peeps aren't just stuck in the clubs?
 
Good news. Hungarian Adam made it to hospital. All I am told is that he is in hospital and safe.

Onwards and upwards.

My good mate Señor T is a pirate taxi driver (more about how this business works will come later). A perk of his job is lots of invitations to all the big clubs. So, we are planning to cram Three clubs into one night. His season of working extreme hours is over - this is his holiday time before going home to reality. Myself (old mans trousers, plastic sandals, grandad shirt and very tired looking custom hat), Señor T (broken glasses he refuses to replace before getting back home, European Licensed Chaufers polo shirt and slacks) and our friend Señorita Mr J (cross dresser currently wearing a rather sexy playsuit with wrap up head scarf) are going to get drunk and stuff, and then spend all our pennies on taxis to do Pacha, Amnesia and Priviledge all in one night. This could be funny as fuck. A sort middle aged going large adventure. We did the West End of San Antonio last night :D I have to use what cash I have to buy a cheap camera, because this is fucking hilarious. We are so fucking uncool that we are actually the coolest fuckers on the island - all Three of us really do not give a shit what anybody thinks!

I almost have a day off. Just have to do some hand written menus for an existing client who wants a mural painted when he closes the resto in October for a month.
 
Busy week ahead of me. Will have camera by the weekend.

In the meantime, I have invested in a hotplate (€20) a large pan (€18) and utensils. For the time being there is free electricity in Placa des Parc. It is where all the street people go to charge their phones and things. Consequently, it becomes a meeting point. People congregate and share news. Now there is a fresh pot of good healthy food simmering away through the day for all who want, or need it. My friend is eating healthily and sleeping well and drinking less. This is very good. Unfortunately my cooking didn't go down well with everybody. Irish Mike (who actually has his own home with kitchen courtesy of his very disturbing psycho girlfriend) threatend to stab me in the head. Sunday afternoon in a family plaza and the idiot is running around shouting and trying to scare everyone brandishing a knife. Police arrived after he had left. Really not sure what to do with this guy and his woman. They are horrible, horrible, nasty people.

Hungarian Adam comes out of hospital today. Hopefully his mind is still intact.
 
Communal cooking pot is going well. People are getting the idea. Señor James brought a big bag of recycled goodies to the table yesterday. Think I am doing a mixed mushroom risotto with cheese today. If I can get away with just cooking for all whilst working on large paintings through the winter I will be a very happy man.

Señor T has told me I have to buy new clothes if we're going clubbing :( I seriously thought I was getting away with the old mans trousers look. But, if he wants me to dress up, then dress up BIG I will :mad:

No sign of Hungarian Adam and not a positive word proving to be true. I think he's gone.
 
Need to watch the drinks prices in those clubs, even if you're getting free entry! Though I'm guessing you'll do most or all of your drinking beforehand?
 
Need to watch the drinks prices in those clubs, even if you're getting free entry! Though I'm guessing you'll do most or all of your drinking beforehand?

Yep. You are on the guest list for Cocoon at Amnesia Monday night. No obligation, but if you fancy joining a chilled bunch in the upstairs lounge for free come and find me, or just turn up. Bank card should be fine as proof of name. End of season, Monday night. It will probably be very quiet.
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I have found a nice bay that is most certainly 'alternative' Ibiza. A curious mix of the poorest living amongst the richest (in a Western European context). Travellers, Gitanos and €30,000/week holiday villas. Will document it as soon as the opportunity to get there comes my way - you need a car, or motorbike. Free parties in the original style still happen on the island!
 
Cheers. Already said to someone I'd go with them to DC-10 on Monday. I should in fact probably be resting up on Monday because Warriors @ Sankeys on Sunday, and, it being my first night, I will hopefully be full of beans and somehow make it through to the end... :D :cool: I'll see how it goes. Ibiza rarely goes to plan. Old guys like me need to keep an eye on conserving energy.
 
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I have found a nice bay that is most certainly 'alternative' Ibiza. A curious mix of the poorest living amongst the richest (in a Western European context). Travellers, Gitanos and €30,000/week holiday villas. Will document it as soon as the opportunity to get there comes my way - you need a car, or motorbike. Free parties in the original style still happen on the island!

Is that up on north or east coast? I found a good few vans and campers at one bay the last time I was on the island. I'm there for three days at end of month for my birthday but have hotel and rooftop pool for chilling this time. Space's final two parties on when Im there so might even have a night out. I want to drive down in my camper next year there is so much more to the island.
 
Is that up on north or east coast? I found a good few vans and campers at one bay the last time I was on the island. I'm there for three days at end of month for my birthday but have hotel and rooftop pool for chilling this time. Space's final two parties on when Im there so might even have a night out. I want to drive down in my camper next year there is so much more to the island.

Cala Vadella in the SW. Next bay down from where I was working for Cotton Beach Club Two years ago. I visited a friend on the NE coast last time I was here. It has a very different vibe, but you still need a car, or bike to get to hidden bays. Most of the travelling scene here is predominantly German and mainland Spanish. I found Cala Vadella whilst visiting a guy with loads of ex-demo solar panels to sell.

There really is something for everyone on this small island. What I like most is the mix amongst what I would describe as the 'transient society' - travellers, tourists, seasonal workers, homeless drifters, celebrity and wannabe DJ's etc. There are people here from all walks with some very interesting stories to tell. However, I still much prefer the community feel out of season amongst the permanent and more long term residents. I am trying to find a shed, or garage to store paintings and stick a matress in. Have been offered an off-season rental (one bed piso in a complex with pool) until June for €450/month, but again - you need a car, or bike. Other than the main towns, using public transport to get to villages and bays is not really an option, especially if you're cvarrying a 2x2 Meter wet oil canvas.
 
Rocked by last night to say goodbye but you'd moved on. Doing ants (day party) today, then home tomorrow. That was some fucking storm last night. :eek:
 
Rocked by last night to say goodbye but you'd moved on. Doing ants (day party) today, then home tomorrow. That was some fucking storm last night. :eek:

Sorry I missed you. Out exploring the island and an old abandoned club up in the hills. Club Festival - closed in 1973 due to the effects of the fuel crisis on tourism. It is now a regular free party venue - bit scruffy, but has a certain charm. http://ibizaphoto.blogspot.com.es/2011/05/festival-club-ibiza-history-photos.html

Saturday night I was guest at the launch of a new Italian fashion label - the life of a scruffshyster artist :D

Now working on murals in the club house of a cannabis association!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It gets better. Meeting loads of people here and making very nice opportunities. May stay for the year. You will surely return one day!
 
Sounds like you're having fun. Back in Scotland now and can't really contemplate anything other than shifting tiredness and a cold, but will undoubtedly be back next year either June/July or early September. :cool:
 
Been extremely busy. Going to get busier. Doing my best to make bits of Ibiza sophisticated whilst acheiving my own goals and buying air tickets to get troubled people home. I am ground clearing - turning MY little plaza into somewhere I want to work and where people want to see me working. More later.

Loads of cash made to invest, but I am up for a year of very poor living in the financial sense in order to get where I want to be. Might be surprised. My skills seem to be in demand. I will explain how I am making work another time if anyone is interested. I am publicity genius :)
 
Can't be arsed to read 20 pages, but just in case nobody's maybe the obvious Stiff Little Fingers b side home, may I be the first.
 
Big yellow signs all over MY plaza this morning. Apparently work starts on some sort of redevelopment tomorrow. Why didn't anyone tell me? May have to change my pitch - see how things pan out. In the meantime I have an all new image for Ibiza Autumn 2016.

Shaved. Hair trim. New hat.

From bottom to top...

Pair of Palladium, French Foreign Legion desert hiking boots in natural mustard. Tough as tough these things and currently :cool: as. Expensive, but a wise investment. Worn with laces untied over plain black cotton socks.
Trousers. Very nice chocolate coloured Italian designer stuff. Smart as fuck.
Black satin shirt worn open over a plain black T-shirt.
Hat is currently natural grass reed colour with a small orange rose and little tiny lilac butterflies with diamond things. Nice and sparkly. They spill from my hat onto the black shirt. Got them off some kiddies head band at the Chino for a €1. Really smart coordinated Ibiza look this. Very serious, but with a touch of humour and delicacy. The beautiful girls at the Pirate Fashion shop tell me I've got it spot on. I love the way they dress, so it is the only approval I need really. They love the butterflies going form my hat to my lapels to my shirt breast pocket. I cannot wait to conquer the World of Fine Art and become a fashion designer :) (forgot to mention all important accessories: pocket full of pens, pencils, folds of paper and a pair of classic Ray Bans (obviously not real)).


My health is unsurprisingly hurting. Burning the candle at both ends. From head to toe...

Psoriasis on my scalp.
Conjunctivitis in my eyes.
Skin cancer on my temple.
Finished with the stomach bugs, but my chest is constantly niggling.
Kidneys will not let me forget about them.
Snotty, sneezy, feverish.
Nuasea.

Booked swanky hotel with hot bath for a couple of nights to recuperate. Prices are in my budget once again.
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Hungarian Adam (who turns out to be neither Hungarian, nor Adam) found me the other morning Four weeks after we all assumed the worst. Not surprising I couldn't find him, or get any info'. But, he is now in Barcelona trying to sort out a new passport. He looks like an ill 80 year old man. He died Twice. Went through a double blood transfusion and spent a total of Four weeks in intensive care and the trauma unit. I suspect (strangely) the only reason he lived (other than getting professional help in time) is because he took some pills with all that booze and Methadone. He is heading home to get himself into rehab.

Someone else I won't mention yet is hopefully flying home Thursday. He is in a very vulnerable situation. Old enough to know better. Obviously doesn't.

Found a local travel agent who are happy to work with me on getting people home as cheaply as possible. This is not all about the goodness of my heart. It is very pragmatic ground clearance done in the most economical way.

Thunder stormy autumn here now. Leaves and litter are whisking round the wet streets and plazas in little eddies. Very melancholic. I'm off for a strong beer and MJ spliff.

Totally on the up here now. I am going to be very comfortable for at least a month.
 
Ground clearance. Vile Irish Mike is inside on a 10 month awaiting sentencing for a second offence. Nothing to do with me. Seems police and authorities were just waiting for a valid reason and his equally vile partner Carolina gave them several.

The plaza is becomming a little more tranquillo by the day. I am almost ready to go banging on doors and reaching for the moon. I see no middle ground here - it is as I am working the streets, or big name galleries. I am going for it safe in the knowledge I have some very cool and comfortable winter boots in case the most probable happens and I get nowhere. Seriously putting myself up on a pedestal here. Very unorthodox approach (it has to be), but I am pretty sure I am not going to be doing anything I could get arrested, or sectioned for. Still not sure about the craziness of this project :confused:
 
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