There’s a characteristically stupid article by Digby Anderson in/on the Telegraphy today in which he laments the decline of the British race etc etc etc. Middle England, reinvented, is actually bringing great blessings to Barcelona, courtesy of Ryanair. This afternoon I was lounging around in an exquisitely decorated ladyboy café, hoping to get served before next month, when a load of (female) oiks from Rotherham rolled in on a pub crawl, bawled at the waiter until he came, and pinched his bum when he went. A couple of months more of this and you’ll actually be able to use the drinking establishments in this part of town for drinking.
When Mr Anderson arrives in hell, it will be on a British Rail service. I keep a BR bartender’s jacket in my wardrobe to remind myself of how bad the past actually was. And yes, I do like mutton dressed as lamb.
- Barcelona vs Paris
John Carlin, in a rejig of chunks of a 2002 article in El País, says that Barcelona, not Paris, is now
- In praise of virtual travel writing
Nice story here about underpaid author Thomas Kohnstamm, who wrote his Lonely planet guide without going to Columbia. (Or did he
Bush and Blair are not at all welcome in Spain at the moment, so guess who is: Marbella anxiously awaits the antidote
- I’m a spaceman
A vocal introduction to the bars of Mars and other rubbish.
- Some advice for mayor Clos
For reasons that are unclear to me, the burlesque leader who ruled Dublin during carnival used to be known as Mayor