Someone told me this morning that the Royal Ulster Constabulary used to be known as the Trevors. It’s unclear to me whether this is a reference to the low incidence of the name in Catholic families, to Tacitus’ pigheaded Treviri, or to something completely different–please tell me if you know. Here, anyway, to strike terror into the hearts of those who continue to wish me extreme misfortune since I made this translation, is a photo of a representative selection of Trevors at Cheltenham:
(Here is one of the few really stupid mistakes I have picked up in Thomas Pynchon’s Gravity’s Rainbow (excerpt here):
Dereks, Thomas, Dereks.)
- Retrench, lads
A South African friend told me the other day that she had been retrenched. This means that the buggers have made
- Begging advice joke
Out this morning we met up with one of the beggars who sit around town with a sign reading something like:
- “Atlas of European values”
Turks care about 5 times more about the living conditions of their fellow Europeans than the Spanish, says this chart, more
- Back in circulation
Nuns and crocs on the road to Cádiz.
- Spanish drivers and zebra crossings
Some comparative data.