Hi Folks - it's me!!!
I've been away in UK for a little while, and haven't been on here for some weeks, so I'd like to bring everyone up to speed so to speak, especially people who've become friends over the past years, and who deserve to know what's been happening.
(Draws deep breath)
The Bar closed at the end of October last year, a month earlier than we would have liked, but all the Hotels around us were closed, and we simply couldn't justify staying open. Steff and I had worked (upto) 18 hours a day every day since March, and frankly the loss of a further month's income ( a month when we normally ran the stock down to give us a bit of extra winter money) was a big blow. We sat and thought carefully about what we were doing and why we were doing it, and despite our love of Live Music, it became clear that this was not the most profitable part of our business, and although it filled our Bar every night it was not profitable.
Alongside all of this we had an extraordinary situation where although it was one bar, we had two landlords both of whom were very reluctant to meet their obligations, and I had spent over 8,000 euros during last year to improve the electrics, and I confronted one of the landlords, and effectively had a showdown with him, where he refused to pay his share. I spoke to the other landlord (a much more reasonable person) and to cut a long story short (I could honestly write a book) we decided to split the Bar in half, and wave goodbye to the errant landlord, although not using all my fingers.
So we had decided to have no entertainment, and a smaller more manageable bar, with improved electrics, toilets, roof, air conditioning, and a larger Kitchen all seemed a really good idea, particularly with the potential of a poor year's trading ahead of us. It was by now January.
We contacted an Engineer, and he put together a "Project" which is a legal requirement over here, because wouldn't you know, the half of the Bar we'd got had no electric, no water, no drains, no toilets, no kitchen etc etc. However we costed the whole thing up, ,and the figures worked, and we agreed who would pay for what, and instructed the builders, electricians etc, and I agreed a new contract with our single landlord, and off we went. Ali (my Chef) and I spent weeks demolishing the old seating units, making the bar look a lot bigger than we expected, whilst our Landlord applied for the building permission ( a different thing from the approval of the project, even though it's dealt with at the same department of the Town Hall!) and also he found some of his own legal paperwork was out of date, and by early March we paid the deposit on the rent (over 7,000 euros) and paid the initial payment to the Electrician (over 4,000 euros) and agreed to start paying rent in May, by which time (I was ridiculed when I questioned whether the work will be finished by then) the Bar would be open and we would be into our traditional busy period.
The days turned to weeks, and the weeks turned into months, and we eventually got the building permission in mid April, and to be fair the bulk of the work was completed very quickly, I paid for the tiling, and by the end of April the Bar was maybe only a couple of weeks from being completed - except of the little matter of Electric and Water! The Electrician (a personal friend of the landlord) worked when he felt like it, and he'd already said that it could take 30 days after he had finished for Gesa (the electicity supplier) to approve the work, and I'd heard from someone seperately that it could then take them another 2 weeks to supply and fit the Meter. So by early May we were looking at a possibility of up to six weeks delay after the Electrician had finished, and he looked at least a couple of weeks away from that.
On the first of May my landlord rang me to ask for our rent for the month of May. I went balistic. It could conceivably have been July before the Bar could be open, and I'd not had a penny of income since October, I'd paid a fortune on reforming the Bar, and now he wanted me to pay rent on an empty Bar.
There then ensued a few days of heated exchanges when he calmy announced that if I didn't pay rent then he would sue me, and I explained calmy (as I held him against the wall by his throat) that I would smash every tile, knock down every brick, and pull out every wire in his unit, using his head as a lump hammer. Things were not pleasant between us!
We'd had enough. Enough of the bar, enough of Spanish landlords, enough of Spanish beaurocracy, and we were skint - and I mean skint.
After he'd spent a couple of days in Hospital with his nerves (seriously) my Landlord and I had a meeting, and he said he'd been told by his family to buy me out of the contract, compensate me for the work that I'd done, and take the Bar back. I felt bad, whatever our differences, he was a nice guy and he was ill. He made me an offer which was not enough, but it was an offer.
My wife and I spoke about it long and hard, and I went back to him with a figure that we wanted, and after a couple of hours of discussion we agreed on a figure which was a lot more than he wanted to offer me, and a lot less than I wanted to accept, but the Bar was still not complete, and we were already seeing a very marked reduction in visitor numbers, so we agreed a deal.
When he paid me the money of the monday, it was 2,000 euros short - apparantly he been asking everyone he knew, the Bank, his family, his friends etc etc and he simply couldn't raise the money. He still owes me that money, and as we speak (some 5 weeks later) the Bar is still closed, the electic is not connected, there is no water.
I wish him no ill, but with every day that passes it appears that the deal was a better one for me than it was for him.
As for the other half of the bar - it's still in the same state as it was last October, except that we gutted it, and he's already lost over 20,000 euros in rent, and it will cost him at least another 20,000 to have a new project, new electic system etc etc - and there's no way he'll be open this year. I bet he wishes he's paid me that 8,000 euros now - don't you?
Best wishes, Adam