El Diario de Mexico says that, once the six Brits (thanks, Andy) make it out of the Central American cave in which they’re currently gravely prejudicing Mexican national security while waiting for low tide, they’re going to be turned over to the country’s immigration service. I’m not sure whether that means they’ll be sent back down the hole or whether they’ll simply be allowed to leave Mexico, along with the rest of the Mexicans.
On a separate note, I would like to record that I recently went up a Catalan hill in the company of several army officers from another country, and that they left the area with large quantities of wine and pork sausage concealed in their persons. I know the police are watching me, but they won’t take me alive, not with the cat in the mood it’s in.
- Complicated family joke
Displaying Mexican contempt for the metropolis.
- Referendums on independence are for pussies
Serious separatists will drive on the left, in Vic, starting Sunday.
- The evil gringo/güero/guiri
Somehow I thought I’d head back from Mexico brown and fit instead of white and fat as usual. As it happens,
- Sausage sourcing as an index of international cultural and political orientation
The cases of Spain and Holland.
- Money bunnies
One of the stupidest pieces of evidence cited in anonymous briefings by the regional police in their attempts–based as far as