Company would be most welcome along the following route, assuming a purchase is made on Wednesday:
(Pontevedra,) N-541 O Carballiño, N-541/N-120 Orense, N525 Verín, Benavente, Castrogonzalo, N-610 Palencia, Villalobón, Valdeolmillos, Torquemada, Cordovilla la Real, Quintana del Puente, N-622 Lerma, Covarrubias, Hortigüela, N-234 Soria, Calatayud, A-1504 Miedes de Aragón, Cariñena, A-220 Belchite, A-1307/N-232 Alcañiz, N-232 Valdealgoría, N-420 Gandesa, Corbera d’Ebre, Mora d’Ebre, Falset, Reus, T-315 Tarragona, Vilafranca, (Barcelona.)
The route sounds a bit strange, but that’s because I’ve used CycleRoute.org to check and vaguely optimise route elevation profiles, and that’s because my prospective lawnmower:
… is said to be able handle a maximum gradient of 18-22%, beyond which this happens (getting out of Galicia is particularly fraught):
At 25-30 km/h I reckon it’ll take 5/6 days. Petrol consumption is ca. 30 km/l, so it shouldn’t break the bank.
And then I’ll be looking for space (250*126 cm) in a trustworthy premise/garage @BCN in exchange for promotion.
- Roadtrip en segadora por el norte de España a finales de junio / Late June lawnmower roadtrip across Northern Spain
Busco sofás, pajares, etc. para descansar. / Call for sofas, haylofts etc.
- Joan de Son Rapinya: English lesson no. 1
There’s a clever name for phonetic language parodies which I have forgotten because it’s hot and I have been undergoing ye notorious Spanish wine torture:
Shades of Maria Luisa Puche, the undisputed champion.
My favourite one actually makes more sense than the poésie concrète I wrote for a political campaign some years ago and
- French lessons: Grannie on her bike rides across the pool
Boby Lapointe, an obsessive, deranged comic genius who seems to have drunk himself to death aged 50, points to one of the delicious traps lying in wait for elephants who proceed beyond their French-English phrasebooks – the fact that of the supposed infinity of possible sentences in natural language, most are nonsense:
- The Cali Word Games, plus a Civil War gag from Alfonso Guerra
Lenox, who has been discussing the role (roll-on, roll-off?) of Google Translate in quality public service provision, has passed along this little gem from the wider reaches of linguistic dilettantism – Colombia, where 1,221 medals were cast for the World Games without wasting precious time on letter-checking:
Lost Letters Departments have of course swept the world
- Shine on, you diamont crazy
Now that even those proto-Talibanic Gauls have decided that Queens are A Good Thing, and now that national political clans have made the hop to Brussels (more dosh, less accountability), it’s surely time for a stupid but photogenic nephew-niece of one of the latter to be made King-Queen of Europe, with a view to the