Tearing myself away from the Catalan parliament debate on whether Superman is right-wing, news from Tarragona of Manoli Silva Martí, who died in a supermarket toilet and was not discovered for 57 hours. You all know the song, of course:
Three old ladies locked in a lavatory,
They were there from Monday till Saturday,
Nobody knew where they’d gone.
They promised they’d buy me (etc)
9 Squadron’s is one of numerous variations. A used car dealer from Barnsley taught it to Liberace on the Queen Mary. My dad taught me it and he still sings it regularly, which is more than can be said for Liberace.
A friend out walking in the Aragonese pre-Pyrenees the other day came across an old farmhouse in the middle of nowhere
- Catalan in Europe
I only just found out that you can receive the European Parliament’s propaganda mag, Focus on Europe, in Catalan. The forked
- 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
- The titties of María Guevara
And other childish Venezuelan nature songs.
- In the highest heavens trombones sound
On earth things are not quite so fine.