The novel is progressing. I’ve hit the 50K mark and plot and characters are showing signs of improvement, partly because I’m putting a bit more time into research and a bit less into peripatetic weird shit collection. One of the puzzles I’m working through at the moment is the lack of a sub-Saharan chiliastic movement in Spain to parallel the North African Al Qaeda brigade or home-grown millennialists like the Kingdom of Aragon Cataloonies. Post-legalisation there are still semi-autonomous multinational communities of Africans squatting up and down the coast, but for some reason they don’t seem to have latched onto the mythol0gy of African kingdoms in Spain three thousand years ago, occupying land between Cádiz and vaguely Frankish entities to the east. March, you buggers, march: it’s all yours.
- Lord of the G-Strings versus Pak Drac
Fleshbot quotes from the blurb of a moving picture that is unlikely to be showing at a cinema near you: In the
- Barcelona-Cadiz, part 1
Brief report on carnival, goat à l’africaine, and a night out with the Belarussian putimafia.
- African hedgehogs using BlaBlaCar
New worry for MigrationWatch?
- Rabbit rabbit
Emphatically not a rodent; possibly Herb Alpert’s true muse.
- Spider styles
Gerald Howson’s The Flamencos of Cadiz Bay is a damn good book that stays well clear of the “Andalusia, soul