Spanish Proposition
He has many names – westie, chav, bogan, mook. In Spain, he’s called a bakala. And BLUE finds him irresistible.
After half an hour of waiting, anxiously watching the clock, I finally heard a knock at the door. I took a deep breath, opened it and watched him casually swagger in. He was just as I’d imagined, rather dreamed, for years – a bakala. The singlet, the cap, the macho walk,
the earring. And when he said, "I’ve only got a half an hour, I have to meet my girlfriend later" – well, what’s the Spanish term for creaming your jeans?
I’ve always had an infatuation with Spain, and in particular its men. It all began when I was 14, at the very moment I laid eyes upon the bulging package of a young Javier Bardem parading around in a pair of briefs in Jamón, Jamón. Not knowing that jamón meant ham, I was sure it had something to do with the strain of weight inside his briefs; it kindled an urge to explore the country and its inhabitants...
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