Dear Tony, drummer known for reasons obvious in a glance as “Whippet”, did you ever escape from Hartshead Moor services on the M62, where we (intolerant drunken bastards) left you in the middle of the night and a cotton jacket and a snowstorm, all because we imagined you were an utter twat? We are so sorry, and will come to look for you soonish.
- Segmentation of the bed-in-a-shed market
Brand it “gypsy” and the desert is your oyster.
- Barcelona monument mistranslates Celan, misrepresents the Holocaust
The monument is a quality marble tomb round about where the sea gate was, on which Habsburg general Josep Moragues’ head
- Flashmob: vervolg
Geen neo-Nazis, helaas, tenzij de twee dronken Italianen (?) die meededen met de Columbus-groet iets te verbergen hadden. Hier lopen de
- moving on
You can do night-time walks in some places, but not round Torre Baró (blogged here, walk here). This week it was
- Daisy Bell aka the little dicky bird
A curious marriage of songs.