Yikers! Thought this was worth mentioning on the Stevooo Drake Jones subject, take it for what it is worth.
Went to Moore's Irish Pub (rare for me since I hardly ever go to those places) just off the Plaza Mayor the other night with an English friend.
We sat at the bar and had a pint, the place was pretty full up with people watching a soccer game between what seemed to be a few English clubs.
I recognized the guy behind me to be Mr. Stephen Drake Jones himself (recognized him from his photo on the Wellington Society website).
We had met before briefly so I proceeded to say hello to him (as basic politeness would require). Before I could get "Hello Stephen" out of my mouth he snapped at me and commanded "Don't talk to me for 4 minutes!"
I was a bit shocked at his rudeness but figured it was my fault for interrupting an Englishman while watching a football match
So, I continued talking to my frined over a pint of beer and within a few seconds Stevooooo told me that I was "in his way, between him and his wine". You see he had to move a foot back to reach his red wine which was on the bar next to me.
In the next 4 minutes of the football game he downed 2 glasses of wine

, then up and walked out of the pub without uttering a word
I have to suppose that either I was beneath him or he was piss drunk!
Either way, his tours may be great(?) but he seemed to be a a rude bastard
Just thought I would let you all know about my interesting experience with Stevie.
Question: Stephen Drake Jones, misuderstood genious Madrid buff or rude obnoxious drunkard?
Inquiring minds want to know
Saludos,
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