Re this, some results. The comments in Dutch are grossly libellous, so don’t even try to translate them. I finally managed to get the mitre on my head–Spanish bishops don’t have much between their ears–but the only way the beard would stay on was to jam it over my nose with half of it in my mouth, which I believe some children found disconcerting, like I care anyway. The general, progressive concept was that Black Pete would pretend to be smart and I would do stupid, but we ended up both doing stupid and me doing all the talking, which is good for me but which I believe some children etc etc.
I’ve done much worse dressing-up gigs than this. Probably the worst was just after I moved to Holland and was playing with a farmers’ band. We were booked to go and play in some mad Calvinist village’s shopping centre dressed as clowns. Unfortunately the agency omitted to tell us that, in the interim, some guy dressed as a clown had been trying to pick up kids in the area, so when we got out of the van and went over to the first group of children, people starting throwing stones and bottles at us and the police had to escort us out of the village. Van Gogh had it easy.
- Drinking in tongues
“Catalan” boycott of “espanyolista” cava
- My favourite Sinterklaas poem
This afternoon I have been booked to appear as the Bishop of Myra. This is one of the songs I will
- Lying about demonstrator numbers, or “We’ve been in Puerta del Sol, Madrid 20 of may 2011 to measure people attendance of 15-M Mouvement events”
This is Lynce.es/ExactCrowd.com, which may still lack the language skills to sell its services into non-Spanish-speaking markets, but provides an excellent
- Ready! (Aim!) Fire!
“Hundreds of police officers, backed by armored vehicles, stormed a lawless southern village on Monday after people suspected of growing marijuana
- Boom boom
“When I start singing you go out on the balcony.”