The British Sardine Racing association (popups) is “dedicated to breeding a better Sardine, revolutionising training methods, and the breeding of both pedigree fish, and Hybrids, such as the Sardine/Shark crossbreed.”
The Living Age (1919): “… eagerly bending over a long, narrow tank on the floor. They were racing sardines, taking them out of a tin in pairs and betting large sums on each race. This seemed to him, however, to give him a chance of …”
Any more? I don’t think Portuguese do this kind of thing.
- In praise of shit shovellers
Dung beetle, Sierra de Segura, Albacete, Spain.
- José Tomás vs Manolete
I’m different, says the former: The death of the latter: Bar Manolete in Mogón is excellent.
- Some day I’ll fly away, or how to freak out swallows
Birds vs humans.
- Polish diva: “I know a street in Barcelona”
Uliczka w Barcelonie, by the great Sława Przybylska, who has no English-language Wikipedia entry, and who I first got to know
- Here’s looking at you, lunch
I think it’s actually a slow worm, but here’s Thomas Decker’s Honest whore anyway: Lord Hippolito. Scarce can I read the stories