Year: 2012

Three justifications for jumping red lights in Spain

You’re a policeman. Sometimes they put the winky-winky on as they jump and then turn it off again, often they don’t bother. You know a policeman. You don’t intend to go very far on the other side. I find this the most puzzling, and one of its practicioners almost nailed me this morning.

Losung

Introducing the Spanish heavy rock unlaut (sic).

Prophets

Joan Ripollès Iranzo thinks Arturo (the “o” disappeared in public a decade ago) Mas may be on the way out, Elena Ribera isn’t so sure. My favourite Reverend Bacon this time round was Oriol Junqueras, whose resemblance to a mad pig conceals the fact that he is a cunning one. I loved his recycling of…
Oriol Junqueras being fattened in Osona.

A bird in the hand

Is the Nursing Madonna actually a dirty joke? Jesu, rex masturbatorum?

Juan Sánchez de Castro, Virgen de la Leche (MNAC)