It's time for Friday Fictioneers and here are my hundred words
I’ve got a friend called Christopher. One night in the pub he said he was named after Christopher Columbus. He stood up, pointed like the statue in Barcelona and poked someone in the eye.
It was karaoke night and he persuaded me to sing Barcelona with him. He was Freddie and I was the opera lady –Monstera Cabelabalaba?.. whatever. Anyway it was dreadful and we got booed off.
Then he started jumping around banging his feet on the floor. I asked what he was doing and he said he was tappas dancing.
I went to Barcelona once. It was nice.