… from the closest the madder fringes of the British upper classes ever got to Khmer Rouge aesthetics. Assuming issues with/of the Iberian periphery can be resolved, I hope to be there, my revolver primed, keeping an eye on the audience as well as the pianist.
To give you an idea of the tremendous nature of what’s on offer, and of why MI5 were forced preëmptively to assassinate Cardew, here’s one of the phenomenal enterprises omitted so as not to detain you past closing time:
Disclaimer: I am not, nor have I ever been, a member of the The Judaean People’s Front.
- Regional variation in DYI Andalusian alcopops, and the origins and etymology of kalimotxo or calimocho or whatever
A rebujito is a dry sherry (manzanilla, fino) or occasionally a white wine to which fizz (lemonades, …) has been added, typically in a ratio of 1:2, in order to give you a head-start on the alcohol. This is the lite version of whichever British drink it is that has you knock back a third of …
- Saddam and Gomorrah
Being Kalebeul’s contribution to rebranding the Spanish nation.
- “Erasmus, second son of Columbus the Catalan”
Here. The usual cry: The evidence has been destroyed, so you need to read between the lines.
Every political movement worth anything is composed of loonies, fools and thieves (I speak as an ex-warrior), and I don’t think it’s defamatory to suggest that the loonies are quite grossly over-represented in this one.
I also miss …
- Raven blast
The raven didn’t hear me coming, so it broke away from the cliff at the last moment, struggled to remain airborne, and then climbed with a clumsy whooshing of wings out of the shadows and above the ridge, where it found the thermal, flexed its wing-fingers, and hung motionless for an age, the sun glinting on …