This photo of Mobile World Congress attendees pigging out in a bar in the Born is doing the rounds as part of the move by the soon-to-be mayoress to terminate or substantially reduce Barcelona’s profile as the ideal destination for people in suits who want to visit a football museum, eat old bread soaked in…
I mean, how the fack can any kind of governing coalition for Barcelona be formed out of this lot? None of the numbers work. Except Colau + Trias. And it’s going to be so chaotic that you can’t even say at this stage that UDI is dead. This is where the ex-USSR gun-running contacts of…
IRQ posts a brilliant photo of Espe and abstentionist dog above a piece by “Hughes” which kicks off with Ana María Jiménez. The former presumably owns several palaces and speaks decent English. The latter has been living in a glorified cardboard box at Sofá de la Frontera for a couple of years to protest the…
As a student I was the token honky in the horn section of a Brummy gospel-funk band, whose performances regularly led to crutch derogation and such, but I never saw anything to equal this: Insurance companies and quack therapists, take note.
