On Saturday, while I was being chewed by a sheepdog with an intestinal disorder, that notorious socialist Catalan republican separatist (I think that’s the correct sequence), Francesc Ferrer, was watching the Spanish royal wedding. Our Francesc takes life seriously – his writing leads one to suspect that he, too, was once bitten by a dog – and Saturday’s events in Madrid had him all a-tremble. Ernest Lluch, he explains, once had a conversation with the then Spanish prime minister, Felipe González, in which Mr González said that he could always spot Catalan women at airports because of the way they dressed. Alas, alack, this is no more, writes Francesc. Did the invitation prescribe homogeneity, he wonders, or has globalisation ironed out old regional differences in dress to make way for a common style for the upper classes?
- The Royal Baking Powder effect
Last night reading Josep Rondissoni’s Classes de cuina for the 1930-1 season I came across an illustration of the packaging of
- Boom boom
“When I start singing you go out on the balcony.”
- Catalan Green Party calls for bigger airport
I hadn’t noticed that the Catalan Greens were on the December 1 demonstration demanding more roads, airports etc. Funny old world.
- En pelota
Stark naked, or wearing a curious garment?
- Celestino Corbacho, freedom fighter
Celestino Corbacho, our new minister of Honest Endeavour, is also rebranding himself from faceless Volkssozialist of the periphery as a new