Yesterday someone calling himself Wulong wrote to me in the hope that I would persuade Europe and the US to act together to save him from vegetarianism. The only real politician I know is currently falling around drunk in a French village, so it’s going to be a while before I can do anything. Meanwhile Wulong has written again, although I don’t know whether this is a reminder or a reference to yesterday’s post:
Shall I delete him from my life or give him a blogollum?
- french press rules
According to this Expatica story, Newsweek has had to ask permission to start a French edition. Does that just mean filling
- Blackberry season
Through the hunting ground of this fortnight’s rapist, past the well-attended shrine to yesterday’s drowning victim (would you get into a
- Bicing accepts principle of parallel universes
Perhaps not, but they’ve removed from my records the journey that yesterday they were going to charge me 280€ for.
- Desde que te perdí
Folks seem to be going through a Kevin Johansen phase. Argentine music tends to Yankee-hating-up-Manu-Chao’s-arse bollocks, but “el Hugh Hefner Aragonés”
- Menu of La Florida, Havana, in the late 1970s
Colin has contributed two classics of Galician cuisine, “Mussels to the seaman’s blouse” and “Fondle of tit cheese”, and another kind