Apologies to people of a certain age, who are now having alarming flashbacks of late twentieth century dinner parties. You remember, the ones with at least two Liam & Patsy wannabees going all Cool Britannia over the Jamie Oliver starters. Pukka.
Quite often, these parties were soundtracked by a bunch of far cooler Cuban pensioners, swinging gently in the corner. For most of us, this music was revolutionary. Ironically of course, this collection of traditional standards dated from way before the actual Cuban revolution.
And it’s these warming sounds that are just what we need in the Northern Hemisphere at this time of year. Especially for a freelance writer battling the daily urge to stick the heating on and blow the tax savings in an afternoon.
Instead, I can cheerfully tap away, imagining I’m sitting outside a café in the shade of a palm tree. Wispy trails of cigar smoke hang in the air, as I take a sip of my café Cubano and spot a rogue split infinitive. I conjure a 50s Chevy cruising by, revealing just the word I’m after – a tuned-up thesaurus with white-walled wheels. Hell, maybe I’ll even let Hemingway give my copy the once over.
Right, I’m off to find a few handfuls of fresh mint and a couple of limes. 🍹 😎
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