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Lenox is always moaning about Spanish entities that could ask foreigners for language tips but choose not to. English School Casal in Vilafranca del Penedès says it employs native speakers, but still no one got round to asking them to proof-read the summer course poster:

Today is cloudy, hence the ant-fucking.

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Föcked Translation (413): I posted to a light-hearted blog called Fucked Translation over on Blogger from 2007 to 2016, when I was often in Barcelona. Its original subtitle was "What happens when Spanish institutions and businesses give translation contracts to relatives or to some guy in a bar who once went to London and only charges 0.05€/word." I never actually did much Spanish-English translation (most of my work is from Dutch, French and German) but I was intrigued and amused by the hubristic Spanish belief, then common, that nepotism and quality went hand in hand, and by the nemeses that inevitably followed.

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