The Ultimullet....

Give you three guesses on how my last night was spent in Barcelona...Right, you only needed one , but whatever. We started at a rock bar that was playing a continuous loop of Skid Row tracks, a promising beginning in any country, and then ended up at some little bar where James (Mr. Rock from south England) knew the bartender, scoring us cheap and free drinks for the remainder of the evening. Sweet. Anthony, my hostel insta-friend and travel companion through much of Spain and Morocco, managed to make an appearance and a good time was had by all. Today was a bit of a loss, rainy with much time spent fruitlessly looking for a jumper, I mean sweater- damn brits- that was both warm and not idiotic looking and trying to master the intricacies of international parcel sending. However, I leave this evening on a flight to Pisa to see my friend from Florence, and I am so looking forward to as much nothing doing as possible. I want nothing more than to drink some wine, eat some pizza and spend masses of time in a warm clean bed that is not surrounded by 8 to 12 other human beings. I will return to Spain to see the north and basque county after a bit of time in France, but the siren call of homecooking and couch time is too strong to miss going back to Italy. So I take my leave of my Spanish friends but not without making time for a wee digression to discuss the ubiquity, no dare I say it, the complete and total domination of the mullet over the youth population of Spain. The boys have them , worn with oversize aviatoresque Eurotrash sunglasses, and the girls have them, but sported with tiny bangs and impossibly tight jeans and boots. I swear to god that it seems as if every human aged 16 to 23 has jumped on the mullet bandwagon. Color me culturally obtuse, but what the hell is going on here? The highlight of my fascination with this hairstyle that dares not speak its name was the spotting of the great white whale of mullets. Picture this....Male, late twenties, receding hairline in front, long curly, no...Wavy in the most feminine, undulating starlet hair, sense of the word, locks cascading to midback.....Its was, in the most true and complete sense of the word, the ultimullet.