– Pepe, bring me an orujo.
– And Pepe, (sotto voce) can you fix me up with a sweet young thing this afternoon?
– Of course.
– I mean a really sweet young thing, Pepe.
The consumer was a chubby, sweaty, little man in his late 20s. I would have said he was a clerk, but clerks died out a while ago when, according to Karl Kraus, everyone went into journalism. I don’t know if bloggers have something of the clerk about them.
- The secrets of Catalan cuisine: shave the sailor
An elderly waiter is teaching his younger colleague English in the weights room of a noisy downtown Barcelona gym, accompanied by
Kalebeul hopes to avoid the widescale unrest we believe will result from police action against nocturnal street drinks parties by implementing
- Lunch vs nipples
I’ve signed up for a gym because in all honesty, despite walking more, I’ve become rather chubby. Of course it was
- Carcas and guiris
Late C19th Spanish quasi-realism sometimes reads more like Flashman than Zola. Here is a fairly random translation of a not entirely
- A passion called asparagus
The kinky Murcian waiters clique is anxious to watch rude muscles bulge and divine blood flow in Mel’s Pash and will