Our entrance is barred by a little man with a beret and a moustache:
–You know this isn’t a bar?
–No problem then, I’ll get the landlady.
Later, in conversation with the landlady:
–Aren’t you worried by the EU ban on making your own vermouth?
–If this isn’t a bar then why the fuck would we be making our own vermouth?
(On this walk)
- Tourism ain’t all bad
Ramblas, Barcelona, Monday 09:00: Three colossal German women discussing the relative merits of breakfast at Dunkin’ Doughnuts and KFC. Opted for both. Fat
Someone a while back invented a verb that they thought would guerrilla-brand Barcelona’s Raval district and managed to have a fake
- Nifty trompe-l’oeil in Bath
The houses on this street are actually mostly bicameral, with an entrance on each side of the fake. Maybe the cyclops
- People we meet: the ornithophile matricide
The long, narrow bar connects the folksy-chaotic gypsy street on one side of the block with the folksy-chaotic payo shopping street
- Proudfoot productivity study
Here (PDF) is a scary report which suggests that in Spain in the period 1995-2003 average annual growth in hours worked