Seven years on and Spanish barmen still haven’t learned to love those damn eros ueros:
Perhaps the shame this induces will send Trichet cap in hand to Threadneedle Street to apply to the Old Lady for admission. Perhaps not.
(Thanks to El Ciruco, who is holding out for more than a share in Google Ads)
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