De batalla, a legal document published somewhere around here between 1251 and 1255, prescribes the conditions by which litigants must agree to abide before they start amputating:
I, such-and-such, swear that that with which I have challenged so-and-so is true, and that I will defend it [?: menar], and on the field I will neither introduce… arms that aid virtue [ie miraculous weapons], nor relics bearing the names of saints [nòmina], nor precious stones, nor breves [documents with ecclesiastical blessing], nor will I bear sugar candy [sucre candi]. (Quoted in Martí de Riquer, Llegendes històriques catalanes.)
I know that the consumption of Mars and Tiger bars makes some people feel more confident, and Tate and Lyle’s putrid Palestinian pussy used to provide syrup for my porridge in the mornings, but this is ridiculous.
- Mapfumo on the rocks
Global warming is a reality in Gracia, where the guy at Bar Musical Zimbabwe has included a sun setting behind a
- Will Kemp Morris-danced from London to Norwich
But unfortunately he probably won’t figure in the results of the Singing Organ-Grinder’s historical explorations into English popular song.
- Artur Mas: ¡Estamos a punto de llegar a Itaca!
Someone’s been eating my porridge, growled daddy bear, before sinking in the surf.
- Romería de la Primera Sueca/Pilgrimage of the First Swedish Totty
We’ve been outed by a couple of publications, so here’s the why/where/when for any readers of this blog who want to
- Ladino lovers in a hole
Just in case you thought Sephardic morality tales were all doom and gloom and putrid canines, here’s one in which true