I was sweating my way past a garrigue-hidden house this afternoon when, to my not inconsiderable surprise, a woman leant out of an upstairs window, let fall her dress, and suggested I come in for something cool, viz a beer accompanied by a home-made tortilla de patatas, a game of billiards and a session in the jacuzzi.
Don’t these people know that Brits like their beer warm?
- Cats vs porcupines: Gramsci’s view
Mistress Puss has departed for the hill, so it’s time for another beast to abuse, kill and eat the 5-6cm American
- WTF, seriously
Organ Grindr, erotic social networking for gay trained monkeys.
- Too fat to fight
Holidays amidst grossly obese and peaceful Brits, whose beer doesn’t come with a free hangover, whose Big Macs cost less in
- Bankia says sorry
Go here and enter “Why did you lie to everyone, you bastards?” [Apologies: At the time of writing Bea did indeed
I’d like to thank all (OK, both) of you who clicked on the beer graphic and ended up donating last month.