Waiter, my horse has bolted

If you’ve left the stable door open then lunchtime is not a particularly good time for a free wash and brush-up in a bar. This can happen to the best of persons, but most of the gents one meets, struggling in cashpoints or on streets in Barcelona, netherwear clutched carefully at knee-height, are smackheads. It’s…

El libro verde de Barcelona

I’ve republished my OCR-ed and translated version of sections of a Barcelona municipal almanac from 1848 here. It’s still in a very basic form, but at least the PHP doesn’t go apeshit any more. I’d like to think of a way to include the texts relating to movable feasts, and Catalan translations and suggestions would…

Ralph Forte and the Valentine’s Day Massacre

Mmax says that, on February 14 1929, his great-uncle, Ralph Forte, was listening to Chicago police radio from the offices of AP when he heard some slightly unusual news from North Clark Street. Apparently Mr Forte had just fled Italy after writing an article entitled “Everyone obeys Mussolini except the cats”. Can his welcome in…