I’m right there (well, kind of) with Jordi Orwell, David Millán, and (really!) Francesc Ferrer on (sorry, against) the “Save the Family From Men in Frocks” demo. I can understand why the PP is promoting this ridiculous enterprise: they lost the last elections because they supported liberty abroad and have come to the natural but…
If you’re into the whole Borghild thing (and Wikipedia isn’t yet), then you really should try the surgical & secondary care products of Limbs & Things.
Our favourite Gibraltan gamblers have already been discussed at Fark, but thanks anyway to my usual forwarder of filth for the tip. (See yet another f*$#&@! learning experience for a name-game perspective.)
The novel is progressing. I’ve hit the 50K mark and plot and characters are showing signs of improvement, partly because I’m putting a bit more time into research and a bit less into peripatetic weird shit collection. One of the puzzles I’m working through at the moment is the lack of a sub-Saharan chiliastic movement…
Gerald Howson in The Flamencos of Cadiz Bay claims that the satirical periodical, El Codorníz (The Quail), once published a front page spread of Anglo-Saxon ladies in bullrings and remote mountain villages headlined, “WHERE DO THE ENGLISH SPINSTERS GET THEIR HATS?”