As he prepares to declare war on the unions, maybe it’s time for our new-right leader to start rebuilding bridges with the Vatican so meticulously burnt over the last few years, and what better way for The Economist’s troubled juggler than to simultaneously appease the Catalan deist mafia by travelling barefoot to Montserrat, there to lay hands on the ball of that notorious intercessionary in all manner of sports et divertissements, Nuestra Señora de los Malabaristas, also known as La Verge de la Petanca or Our Lady of Bowls.
Someone a while back invented a verb that they thought would guerrilla-brand Barcelona’s Raval district and managed to have a fake
- Nostradamus and the Spanish Civil War
If we take it as axiomatic that books with blue and pink covers are published by nutters, then McClaine Lee’s book
- Fried pigeon egg for breakfast
This is a rather convenient arrangement – I ‘ate facking pigeons.
- consumer boycotts
Apparently a bunch of consumers associations here are threatening to boycott companies that move production out of Catalonia. Aren’t consumers associations meant
- Franco’s Catalans
There’s so much dreadful journalism in Catalonia that it’s a great relief to read Xavier Rius, head hontxo over at e-noticies.com.