Enric the elephant lives up behind Montesquiu castle in Osona. Clearly unrelated to Pere Quart’s Elefant, with its “lawyer’s cheeks”, neither does he seem to have family in India; it would be difficult to fit a dirty old man inside him, and, for all the availability of wild boar in nearby forests, I don’t think he’s part of Ramon Llull’s orifany/senglar double-act (“The king named as his councillors the Elephant and the Boar … and threw out the Rabbit and the Peacock”). Google’s still not working, so I give up, but here’s a photo for you to ponder:
- Canute, defeated by the waves, will nevertheless fix your plumbing
New business card from Barcelona’s best odd-job man.
- St George and the pigeon
This cemetery photo was taken near the beginning of an as yet undocumented walk which culminates in a bath in a
- Bestiaries (ii): Llull and Orwell
Through the serpent have come all evils in the world.
- Why doesn’t the right to be forgotten include genocidal mobs?
Apparently some neighbourhood lawyer acting on behalf of some ex-UN intern wants some Twitter stuff to be forgotten by Google in
- Una buenísima versión de Jolene
Brendan O’Neill lo llama al festival de Glastonbury “un baño de barro de mediana edad para los que no lograron malgastar