One met the other day with a rather splendid nutter of a cyclist and muso on his just having been chewed up by a tipper.
(His memory has now, shamefully, been sequestered by the luddite greenies. Live metal, die metal, ‘tards.)
The blue screen was already going up (adjacent fire station and hospital), and, since the same has almost happened to one on several occasions, one wondered how that felt to the star, the protagonist, the man.
Is it an “Oops, this is the end” feeling?
Or, with the shock and the morphine hitting home, is there a, “Hey, shit, they’re going to reboot, I am fucking immortal” splash?
- Spaniards queuing up to wear Asbo bracelets
Because they contain payment cards. Yup, 60s festival administration came home. Jesus F Christ, what ‘tards. I might have an alcohol-free
- Bar Genes, Guinardó, Barcelona
I’ve always kind of wondered whether this is kind of tribute to blue jeans/bleu de Gênes, but I’ve never had the
- How to spot Opus infiltrators
Opus is Opus Dei (“God’s Work” / “Obra de Dios”), the sect started by Barbastro priest Josemaría Escrivá de Balaguer. Popular
Race to the bottom.
- Three user strategies in response to Bicing’s failure to devise an adequate redistribution model
Observed today: When all the stations in an area are full (often the case in the port/beach district), leave your bike