I was singing this afternoon somewhere and sang “Haikus in Beirut” instead of “Moonlight in Vermont”, completely by mistake. I was thinking about the time in the middle of the night when we drunkenly tried to hijack a plane to go and kidnap an amateur poet’s true love from her family in the Bekaa Valley but failed because we fell asleep on the train and missed the airport stop. At jazz gigs you can normally sing whatever damn text you want to because your audience is deaf and drunk and genetically positioned somewhere between the lettuce and the gooseberry bush, but this was a genuine error.
- Chino de los mandados = errand boy
Chinese because of his servility and/or size, or a genuine Indiana Jonesian Short Round? From Bogota, and perhaps relatively recent, but here
- How Beijing financed the Dutch secret police
According to a book by ex-spook F Hoekstra, the Dutch Secret Service (BVD) set up a Maoist party, the Marxist-Leninist Party
- The 30s’ stupidest songs
The other day I was walking across a field with a very old and pretty conservative farmer when he suddenly started
- Boom boom
“When I start singing you go out on the balcony.”
- When the Japanese ruled Spain
Linguistic evidence for Japanese domination, with several field reports of a more general nature.