“Being the account of 10,000 miles in the saddle through the Americas from Argentina to Washington”: read with great excitement and no little puzzlement as a small boy in a dusty 30s edition, then completely forgotten, now reissued (free reg).
I guess that that sensation of great cathedrals being built in one’s mind is now achieved with digital gaming, and none the worse for it, but it’s curious to go out into the physical countryside and find on the one hand industrial farming, on the other abandoned wilderness where be sacred bears and wolves, and not a young person in sight, except at symbolic locations where flags can be raised or cliffs be climbed, even by the grossly obese.
En una pedanía de Elche apareció una soga colgada en el pino de la plaza central tras producirse varios asaltos a viviendas en los últimos días. En 1984, en esta misma pedanía intentaron colgar a un ladrón pero la Policía lo impidió. Y en 1938 una multitud mató a dos gitanos tras violar a la mujer de un agricultor de la zona. En Elche hay un dicho que advierte “En Las Bayas te veas”.
Which reminds me of the don’t Venture Inn in Knowle West, Bristol. Apparently KW is now gentrified, with Theodore Dalrymple’s Lionel Asbo clients being driven to haunts ever more remote.
It’s only me from over the sea, it’s Barnacle Bill the sailor.
- The satyr’s head and 1680 Bagnigge House plaque at 61-63 Kings Cross Road
An explanation, featuring the 17th century goldsmith Simon Thriscrosse, Bagnigge Wells Spa, and, for idle googlers, Nell Gwyn.
- Two versions of Flann O’Brien’s “The workman’s friend”
With some relevant chunks of Henry Fielding.
- “Where’s the baldie?”
Apparently a bunch of American academics came to Barcelona recently on their annual beano and, rumours about Baldie Tours having spread,
- Stomach-talk and the devil
I said here that I didn’t know much about ventriloquism, but it turns out that, according to an older definition, I’m
- Hank Williams and sustainable misery
This morning’s revelations of a depression Prozac symbiosis are nothing more than a variation on the old Guinness-is-good-for-you pub therapy