2014 – Leeds's Singing Organ-Grinder

When did choral singing become a sect-like enterprise?

I used to conduct quite a lot, and I date the invasion of the happy smiling Prozac people to around 1995. This kind of franchising makes McDonalds look like a breed farm for anarcho-individualism. Or maybe 1995 was just when I became a sad facking sociopath. (Via another Destroyer of Delights and Sunderer of Society.)

Luis Buñuel and Salvador Dalí shit on Juan Ramón Jiménez

Here. Platero y yo, Juan Ramón Jiménez, but why the Spanglish?

More revenge translation: “Estas redes no hay ningun danõ aves de Internacional Conservado Investigación”

Re: Via secret agent Eva of Muñoz & Malpaso. (Este trabajo es Licencia por la Espanol Ministerio de Agricultura Pesco Alementacion. POR FAVOR NO METERSE CON LAS REDES HO LOS AVES. Firmado, El Cutre Inglés.)

Should conservative catholics even be allowed to play chess?

It’s that queen complex, you see.

Fault

Y si la culpa enagena de Dios a el ombre, no a vos que os tiene de gracia llena

Mine, since you ask: Twerton from Lansdown.

The way of the chicken coop

There’ll always be a vapour trail.

Sant Esteve Sesrovires, before breakfast.

Extension

The ogre of Burnham on Crouch.

Burnham on Crouch, perhaps the best town ever. But are the pluriemployed Messrs Sauda (fish and chips) Italian or wives of the prophet? We love em anyway.

Cod is love

Almost, but not quite, and then there’s all the cannibalism.

New Fed chair apparently called Yanet Yellen

La Vanguardia, always a class act, via Barcepundit.

Nifty trompe-l’oeil in Bath

The houses on this street are actually mostly bicameral, with an entrance on each side of the fake. Maybe the cyclops was like that, his one-eye merely a fearsome decoration. HG once said to me, and it still makes me laugh for some reason: In the land of the one-eyed, the king is blind.