I tend to take my coffee and chocolate cake in what I have just realised is a social club for the mentally disabled. They are very polite and seem to accept me as one of them. One day last week a woman rushed in and started bellowing into the public telephone. Her lungs had just stopped functioning, she screamed, she was dying, she wailed, and how could they let a civil servant suffer like that? I don’t think she was a member.
- Music over the wire
I got a tremendous kick out of singing duets over CU-SeeMe with some mad Icelandic woman in 1994, but it had
- Some day I’ll fly away, or how to freak out swallows
Birds vs humans.
- WTF does “namelake” come from?
Ciudadanos had it tonight for pudding at their Andalusian campaign dinner, and here‘s the only recipe that Gugel finds: NAMELAKE DE REGALIZ 300
- Squats demolished c/ Amor, Horta
One of Barcelona’s last patches of pre-war farms, small factories and cottages is under assault from planners.
- Rambla scrambla
You’re standing there watching a gang of hardnuts running a find-the-lady game. Your wallet’s safely in your pocket with your hand