Other big stories tonight: I, aged 6, am definitely not going to marry Emily Boyle. I mean, years ago there was space for a populist party opposed to the PP-PSOE-IU-CiU-ERC-etc establishment. But Rosa was basically interested in being the PP’s PSOE pinup, and no one really knows where Albert has been, and star propagandist Arcadi’s speciality is explaining to voters that he’s much cleverer than them. And now there’s Podemos. So why don’t they just fack off and leave us alone?
- Email pricing
The following pricelist was received from a spammer who thinks that a Taiwanese email address is worth 70 times as much to me as an American one.
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- Here comes the bike
I finally married my bicycle on Saturday in a ceremony celebrated by a minister of the little-known but damn handy Carpathian Independent Church, and we have both been seriously well-oiled ever since. The downside is that my Ugandan friends have disowned me, quoting this Acholi poem:I hear a bicycle bell,
The bridewealth of Laker,
- Victorian Albert
Arcadi Espada’s “Victorian Albert” museum conjures a delightful vision of an old building full of cuddly Alberts rather than the Touch Me trendiness that I so adore. (No Berts in the V&A: as the Queen said, “This will not change our way of life.”))
- Ciudadanos de Cataluña launch, a bitter disappointment
Liberals believe that politics is about freeing individuals to live as they want within just bounds. Nationalists believe it is a tool for translating a sense of ethnic identity and a fondness for folkdancing into, respectively, sovereignty and national ballets. No one can remember what socialists believed.
For the rest of us, however, politics–I speak, …