Bloody Galicians
But what was Rosa Díez actually trying to say before she so expertly inserted foot into mouth?
Great tunes, great doggerel, small simians
But what was Rosa Díez actually trying to say before she so expertly inserted foot into mouth?
In response to confusion in the markets re Spain’s constitutional arrangements and the size and distribution of its public debt, kaleBirthday has, remarkably, gained the consent of the Catalan, Spanish and EU administrations to conduct a binding poll on the future of the troubled region. Vote now or forever hold your peace.
Public auctions of wrecks in Barcelona, Pontevedra and Algeciras, with thoughts on how to reduce blogging competition.
With the Anglo-Saxon plot in tatters and Jewish machinations a non-starter, some strategic paranoia for Mr Zapatero. (Like: Is Mendelssohn’s Elijah a secret weapon of German subversion?)
The Spanish, making progress with a backlog of untranslated English snowclones?
Hasta luego Edgar León, but what’s the real solution?
With an excerpt from a plea for more state funding by the Bostonian Western Rail-road, in which we are given to understand that snow is not necessarily a bad thing.