Sometimes you're flush and sometimes you're bust, and when you're up, it's never as good as it seems, and when you're down, you never think you'll be up again. But life goes on.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It's the passion that she shows to the outside world.
One thing I have noticed,lack of eastern europeans
For whatever reason they arent allowed on the rock,thousands of spaniards flock over here each morning,theres a bronze statue over in La Linea dedicated to spaniards who work on the rock,but missing are the dulcet polish tones or slovakian or ukrainian or romanian or...........I was with a guy last night,english bloke from manchester who runs a roped-access sort of business here,he was telling a couple of poles over in spain he was looking for workers who could abseil,they were all up for it till he mentioned it was on the rock
