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 that was obviously in the final stages of conversion to a country grillhouse. Inside she discovered a man and a woman, surrounded by empty bottles of beer, paralytically drunk. The man was from Rumania, …
- 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 tongue of Brussels/Strasbourg says that “Focus on Europe gives a broad view of European Parliament news. This newsletter is addressed to a wide audience and is published in all EU official languages.”
The Ebner report was …
- 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 (it reappeared) is Walter Silva from distant Casanare singing a sentimental but memorable ditty about how his mum etc looked after him when the store wouldn’t put the groceries on the tab. Can someone …
- The titties of María Guevara
And other childish Venezuelan nature songs.