B (8:53)
Thanks, Tito. Well, I'll be talking to Tito later on about this, but I like the way lots of you go to such lengths to bring the cultures together by speaking in this sort of half Spanish, half Englishy sort of language. I'd love you sort of air conversation with. People are saying things like, the sunset here is color of love bellissimo. But a liquean doi careful of getting squashed by plane in the high street. El rejol el rejolj del matio no tieno cuerto. You can walk up rock but watch the bleeding monkeys. Muchas mono. They're right Pain in the arse. Steal your twigs. If you're don't quedo norma de la lata, then mano rono bueno Deos begin with full English breakfast with egg chips, bac black pudding, flight slice, dos grando tape off a boat. I went over the border, I went over there last night into Spain. It's so weird. You walk across the Runway, this isn't normal. Gibraltar. You have to stand there, look right, look left, look right again. Check there's no easyjet planes coming. Flash your passport. Then there's all bars with people going, bien vinedos es espanol. And you order some tapas. And it's like you've gone through the back of a wardrobe into another world. Five minutes ago, I was next to a bloke going, point to John Smith's and some British cheese and onion crisps, please, mate. If you come onto the Runway in a plane rather than walking across it when you get it, it's a fun landing, isn't it? It's slightly alarming. Before you set off, if you look up Gibraltar Runway on the Internet, the two things that come up are seven most extreme airports, scariest runways. So as you come into Landria, this is your captain speaking. We're currently descending into Gibraltar Airport. We'll be scraping against the side of the mountain. You may feel the odd bump, then we'll be lost in the mist for a minute. Then we go upside down before landing on a Runway that's around half the length of the plane. And you like it like that. The tourist brochures say things like, you're lucky. The terrifying approach to the airport with the never to be forgotten fun of desperately ringing your loved ones. But now everything's confused, isn't it? Because the British people you so much want to be a part of have gone and turned you over because they voted to leave the eu. So the people of a country that likes to be more British than the British have said to the British, no, hang on, don't be that British. Or we might end up not being Brit. In general though, the more that places went, we're British, fly to Union Jack and be proud. The more they voted to leave and the more liberal and middle class they were, the more they voted to stay. Which technically makes Gibraltar now the most namby pamby, politically correct, metrosexual place in the world. One thing we should clear up before we go any further. For anyone listening, there are many people, it seems, who seem to believe that Gibraltar is an artist. Now, obviously these are people who have no idea about anything that happens outside Britain. For example, the London Foreign Office, who recently placed this advert for a job in Gibraltar. History plays an intrinsic part in this area of European affairs and considered alongside the Ireland's long standing sovereignty dispute. The island. What sort of Foreign Office is that? It's only tiny. It must be an island like India. Maybe someone from the Foreign Office tried to sail right round. It went well. No wonder these Gibraltar types are annoyed with the Spanish. The buggers have blocked the sea up. The main worry now of course about the EU is how it affects your dealings with Spain. And you get a lovely sense of how well you get along from newspaper columns like this one in the Panorama. That's controversial. Before 711 A.D. gibraltar had various rulers. Then we were in the hands of the Moors for 751 years, ruled by Spain for only 200 years and been British for 310 years. If anybody has an historic claim to Gibraltar, it's the Moors. So to annoy the Spanish, let's go for joint sovereignty with Morocco. You would do that? Just for the devilment of it, you would do that. I love how you had a referendum in 1967 or whether to become part of Spain and The result was 12,138 against and 44 for. But what's nice is you don't make a big fuss about it at all. Except for the fact that one of the main bridges in the center of town is called the Referendum Gate and that I think leads onto 44 Traitors Avenue. You celebrate the 1967 referendum result with a National Gibraltar Day, a marvellous occasion with spectacular displays such as the one this year, which was reported like this casemeet was to be showered in petals dropped from a helicopter. But the helicopter pilot missed his mark and petals ended up in the marketplace, missing the square altogether. I mean, who could, couldn't possibly have predicted that petals near a helicopter might go in haphazard? The way science work never ceases to amaze. Casemate is the main square here. And again, when you've got such a small space to fit in everything that you need for a country, it makes sense if half the main square is used for something essential like a glass blowing exhibition. I suppose they show you how to make a bottle that can open 50 gallons of vodka that you can sell for 40 pence. I've got a book there, one of these books by a chap called Philip Dennis and He says, in 1968 the Gibraltar Chronicle caused a demonstration by publishing a letter from Dubs suggesting a bargain with Spain. Now that's a sign of a settled and contented community, isn't it? When there's a demonstration because of a letter in the local newspaper, that's the sort of feisty behaviour that suggests you're not so much British and more like people from hot headed Mediterranean nations such as the Spanish. Now here is a question I feel I have to ask. Why does anybody bother having a car here? The whole country's about nine feet long. It could be because petrol, of course, is so cheap here, the oil companies have to sell it at that price, otherwise it'll be cheaper to fill the car with vodka. To be fair, not all of you do go everywhere by car. Some of you decide to be healthy and go buy moped. There's a book called the Best of Gibraltar, a tourist book. And it says, beware of scooters. They make a mockery of the rules of the road. And some people have described the mopeds to me as insects. And they must be annoying. If everybody thinks, I don't mind planes driving up and down the road, it's the bikes that annoy me. I like the moaning aspect of it here. I love that it helps your claim to be British. And I love the way British tourists come here and have their pictures taken next to a phone box. That's a proper holiday when you can go, oh, oh, look, they've got the same stuff we have in Croydon. And this is why the Best of Gibraltar tourist book explains proudly. While tourists on the Costa del Sol have to put up with a breakfast of roll, coffee and fruit juice, in Gibraltar, the English breakfast of fried egg, tomato, bacon, sausage, mushrooms, beans and black Pudding is served all day. See, over in Algeciras, they sit there every morning regretting this, going, I don't know how to put up with it. No black pudding after 11. Maybe the time come when we have to ask Britain if they take over us as well. But the brilliant thing is you can get away with having a huge English breakfast every day here because you soon burn it off with all the exercise you get from sitting in your car all day. To be fair, you don't just eat English food. The Best of Gibraltar also tells us, I quote, the national dish is calentina. If I pronounce it right, the national dish is calentita from Genoa, best described as a thick pancake served with bread and butter. So this is marvellous. You've gone to every region of Europe and taken the unhealthiest dish they've got and made it your own. Our favorite drink is melted swan fat. But the Best of Gibraltar does have activities to recommend, says proudly. For most visitors, a trip to the Top of the Rock is essential. With luck, a nuclear submarine may be spotted, because I don't call it a day out if you've not spotted a nuclear submarine. I was in Paris once, went to the top of the Eiffel Tower, didn't see one. Asked for me money back. The website gibraltotourism.com says. This is what it says. Morrisons of Gibraltar is a tourist attraction. Day trip. Coaches and families from the Costa del Sol traveling by car, flood into Gibraltar for their Marmite and hines. What's the matter with people? It's a shock. The people, really. Oh, it was worth traveling across an entire continent, risking our lives on the world's scariest Runway because we went on a trip to a shop identical to the one we go to in Luton every Friday. And we got a little headset on the way round telling you about it. On your right, you can see three varieties of toilet duck, British lemon, British pine and British fish and chips. Does it have a gift shop? I know it's got a bar. Whoever told you it was British for Morrisons to have a bar was winding you up. Did they also say it in Britain? All our Marks and Spencers have a ski slope. I saw one woman in there getting pissed in Morrisons. That's. Oh, no. The effort to keep the. This Morrisons thing going is extraordinary. There are 18 lorries at any time driving between Britain and Gibraltar to keep the Morrisons stopped. And also some idiot can spend a week getting here on a cruise ship and go, oh, look, they've got Frosties and take them back where they started, I believe a bar in the Morrisons. Do people go out there? Morrison. But Gibraltar has always attracted tourists and celebrity tourists going back hundreds of years. Writers come here. Lord Byron, celebrated romantic poet, came here on his tour of Europe and he wrote about it, saying Gibraltar is the dirtiest, most detestable spot in existence. In existence. And being a poet, I expect he added, but you'll see a nuclear sub if luck should come to your assistance. H.G. wells came here on a romantic weekend with his partner Rebecca, and they enjoyed this idyllic time. He got a sore throat and lay in bed screaming at her, saying the sore throat was going to kill him. Until a priest heard him and thought that H.G. wells was being so horrible he gave Rebecca the money to sail back to London on her own. Just amazing what a little trip to Gibraltar can do to keep a spark going in a relationship. Daniel Defoe, who wrote Robinson Crusoe, said of his visit here, the wine was thought cheap because 5 pence a pint, but was at the same time so miserably bad that in England we would have thought it dear at Tuppence a court. And in 1844 goes on. William Thackeray said at evening the place becomes quite romantic, so it's a bit better, isn't it? And then he went on, because it's too dark to see all the dust. Every writer and poet seems to have come here and slag a bit pammy as a poem that goes, I don't think I'm keen on Gibraltar. I found monkey hair in the water. I think my weekend would be cheerier if I spent it escaping from Syria. And the caves that we're in are extraordinary. You just sort of stand here amidst these amazing twirly psychedelic shapes and sometimes a drop of water falls on. You know, in 50,000 years that's going to be a stalagmite and that seat there will be restricted view. So now at this point I'd like to once again talk to Tito. So you give people guided tours around the caves.