Life in Spain
1. Here’s where you’ll be able to see today’s bull-run in Pamplona, where – as usual – no one was killed
2. Fotos of the Civil War, in which many thousands were killed
3. Some Spanish judges are highly politicised and notorious for supporting vexatious cases brought by right-wing organisations to discredit left wing parties. As a result, Spain has lost the “full democracy” label in the Index of Democratic quality issued every year by The Economist and so is now categorised as a “defective democracy”. I doubt many will notice.
This is one of the Civil War fotos, showing German Condor troops being seen off at Vigo station in 1939:-
There were Nazi businessmen active in the city during the war and a German colony up in our hills. Something to do with wolfram(tungsten), I think. Rumour has it that it’s still there, albeit with a rapidly reducing population of geriatrics. (Gerry-iatrics??). And then there’s the (3rd generation?) German chap with a stall in Pv city’s Sunday flea market . . .
There were, of course, several injuries this morning in Pamplona, some of them because one or two of the bulls ‘acted abnormally’. And because some brave/reckless/stupid young men stand at the most dangerous point in the run. Where the bulls often crash into the barriers. The cameras like that spot.
There’s concern in the UK of a ‘heatwave’ which will hit Brits this weekend. The forecast is of a temperature reaching 26 degrees, which would be considered equable here on the Galician coast. Yesterday afternoon I mowed my lawn in 33 degrees. Which wan’t really smart but had to be done.
Talking of sun . . . Here’s what happens to a terrace – or mine at least – during our invariably wet winters. Possibly because it’s outside the bedroom of one of my absent daughters and gets little attention. Anyway, a jet-spray makes makes short shrift of the problem.
I’ve said a (council-owned)house at the Lérez end of O Burgo bridge would be ideal for a pilgrims’ albergue and expressed disappointment it was being left to go to rack and ruin. Shunned even by okupas. Well, bits of it have naturally started falling off, calling for emergency repairs:-
I guess there’s no one prepared to rescue it from its fate.
Boris Johnson taught us one valuable lesson, it says here. How not to be a Prime Minister. Another Brit, my father, served a similar function in my life. For which my daughters are even more grateful than I am. I think.
The Way of the World
I cited Globish yesterday. I was amused to read that it’s accused of ‘cultural imperialism’. Because: It spreads only one language from which the subset of words is taken. This criticism is often made by the speakers of other “neutral” languages, meaning languages not spoken in any nation. Clearly, derivative forms which have “English” in their titles are doubly suspect. If you don’t understand that last sentence, you’re in good company,
Quote of the Day Last Century
Dorothy Parker: If you have any young friends who aspire to become writers, the second-greatest favour you can do is present them with copies of The Elements of Style. The first-greatest, of course, is to shoot them now, while they’re happy.
Learnt yesterday . . . Postrimerías: Aftermath
Just in case you’ve ever wondered how many dialects of English there are . . .
Finally . . .
TV ad for Viagra: Free your sex. Meaning what, exactly? Revitalise your penis??
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