Whilst staying at Jim's on my return leg, I went out to see a band at a bar in Ajijic called La Barca. Met this couple of fools, one had a lot of hair. He was called Hector. That made me laugh, man - Hector the Hair (apologies to those too young to get the gag. Can't think who they'd be as the only people reading this are probably Mum and my probation officer...hello Mrs Goringe!).
The band was extremely funky with a DJ and horn section. Wouldn't have been out of place in some ubercool Hoxton Square joint. Fortunately Hector brought things down to earth - idiot!
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Sorry to piss on your chips here Anthony (and sorry to offend your mum and your probation lady by writing piss, twice, and after eating asparagus), but you're confusing Hartley the Hare (from Pipkins) with Hector from Hector's House. Those of us who truly are old enough to remember will recall that Hector was in fact a dog whose neighbours included a cat called Zaza and a frog called Kiki, none of whom were Mexican.
Was, by any chance, the Mexican Hector a house music DJ, a bingo master or involved in any other house-related activity that might allow us to retrieve something from this unfortunate entwining of puppets?
Bugger. Up 'til that point I was tittering to myself greatly. You're right, Hartley the Hare. I remember now. Even more typical that I get mixed up when taking the piss out of a poor innocent fella - looks like I'm the idiot.
Still look at him though. He was a funny lad in all sorts of ways.
[Apologies to Mrs Goringe for using the word 'Bugger'. Mum taught me it so I don't think she'll be offended unless someone lets slip what it actually means.]
I was confused by the hector the hair comment. Clarification much appreciated..
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