I’m not sure if presidentmaragall.cat was such a smart choice of domain, with voters apparently keen to kick out the idiots and reelect the thieves. (The blog link seems to have stopped working. This can’t be because the system doesn’t let him post when he’s drunk, because, as we know, he doesn’t have a problem.)
El santuario no se rinde, on at 10 at the Filmoteca. Released in 1949, apparently it has the besieged Guardia Civils sing fandangos while they wait for the red notary to desert the French International Brigades and die honourably. The big question: will it be worse than Jean Renoir’s La Marseillaise, seen the other week?
Just in case you thought Sephardic morality tales were all doom and gloom and putrid canines, here’s one in which true love triumphs over promiscuity, dodgy geology and a thoroughly nasty little weasel: A girl fell into a pit while on the way to her father’s house. A young man appeared in the mouth of…
Article of clothing used by theatrical troupes in the camps. Still turns up, usually in completely inappropriate circumstances, stalagtite being the generally preferred spelling. See also stalagmight/-mite.
Normal food is repackaged here and sold at a premium as healthy Dieta Mediterránea. And so the woman asked the supermarket assistant, “Excuse me, have you got any Mediterranean Diet beer? It’s for my husband.” What would Homer say?
Thanks to Franco Alemán for the links–certainly helps drive up numbers, currently around 2,500 individuals daily. Re his point about the irrelevance of foreign correspondents: someone once told me that Rafael Ramos@London is in fact a Málaga cannabis lawyer, which surely isn’t true but which might explain a lot.