Here. (I am still alive, on holiday in Mexico and become increasingly expert in the details of mezcal production–maybe one day I’ll get a diploma from mezCalTech. After the local police ran away from rioting Stalinists and extreme nationalists in Oaxaca, the feds have come in and there has reportedly been shooting. The situation is…
Is the name of a chicken grill in Mexico City. (For the uninitiated, pollo is Spanish for “chicken” and gilipollas is Spanish for “arsehole”, although as far as I know it’s only peninsular.)
Hardly seems worth cutting into vacation beer time for this, but here is the man referring to this over-aggressive post of mine: Trevor has me claiming that the object-present participle form of compounding is a recent invention of the political right and originates with nigger-loving. And in a new post: I was hardly claiming, as…
Showing her customary wisdom, one’s secret damsel on the hill has agreed to a temporary separation in order to allow one to tootle round Mexico in an automobile of some nature with three absolutely gorgeous women. Syndicated stuff on this site will continue to update, but posting will be light for the next few weeks,…
Or rather, to get slightly richer rather quicker than would otherwise have been the case. He gets a monthly Spanish government pension of €3. One of a series of profiles in El Mundo.
Tim Stannard at La Liga Loca suggests that coach Javier Clemente may not be the smartest bet for a Serbian national team in desperate need of an image upgrade. Dutch coaches seem to travel rather better.
“Overcome with remorse at having stolen a bicycle, a thief in Germany wrote the victim a letter and fully recompensed him for the loss, police said on Monday.” If other thieves were to follow his lead, I could probably retire.