Biggest casserole ever?

A pot for a Spanish court dinner in 1657 is said to have contained “a three-year-old bullock, four rams, 100 pairs of pigeons, 100 of partridges, 100 of rabbits, 1,000 pig’s feet and as many tongues​​, 200 chickens, 30 hams, 500 sausages, as well as another 100,000 trifles.”

Their downward Fernando de Andrade

Colin thinks that the Excelentísimo Concello de Betanzos, a small town in La Coruña province, may want to reconsider their self-awarded superlative. Not all friends are false.

Trillo and secession

Re his Spain-is-different, anti-independence letter to the FT, some wonderful people believe (h/t Tom) that our happily married ambassador in London also has considerable personal experience of life outside the union. (Is Julia de Micheo Carrillo de Albornoz one person or two? What are her parents’ surnames? Did she get on well with her classmates…

Spain’s bad bank to demolish Valencia?

“In what relates to assets, the AMC (bad bank) has the ability to sell, rent, complete and demolish finished and unfinished product and can use land in the development of joint ventures. With regards to credit, it can sell loans, manage debtors (restructure loans) and provide additional funds (to improve recoveries). Vendor financing is under…

Jonhsntone

Conjecture: In writing about insidious Albion, El País and their Spanish colleagues faithfully copy-paste Wikiclichés except when they come to proper nouns including an “h”, when dyslexic Anglophobia is allowed free rein: Celtic difícilmente volverá a ganar la Copa de Europa. Ya se sabe también que últimamente no es una heroicidad conquistar el Celtic Park.…

Gerra civil Cataluña contra Calunya

Activists who can’t spell “war” with the paintbrush deserve to die by the sword, no? I think we’ve already established that schools should be teaching peepul how to write in whatever language they prefer, and that nations can go fuck themselves, so let’s not go here: … or here:
Slogan in Bon Pastor, Barcelona. I blame a CGT drunk.

Fixing the rootless cosmopolitans

Most of the people I know regard themselves as left-wing, so I’ve heard this form of apocalyptic xenophobia more from guys with curious haircuts than from guys who have dispensed with the razor guard altogether. Mein Kampf etc are familiar but I don’t really know the “left” national-socialist equivalents. Here, however, is the Stalinist machine…

“Doesn”t time fly”

Hypercorrection over at the excellent El Café de Ocata? Don’t think I’ve seen that one before. (Via the echo at IRQ.)