It’s in Pedro Vallés Libro de refranes (1549) along with Cada gorrión tiene su espigón, which I’d translate as “To each sparrow his ear of corn.” Contrary to general belief, concrete of various types was known after the Romans lost it and the British rediscovered it, so is this saying something like “Reinforce your concrete…
Re his Spain-is-different, anti-independence letter to the FT, some wonderful people believe (h/t Tom) that our happily married ambassador in London also has considerable personal experience of life outside the union. (Is Julia de Micheo Carrillo de Albornoz one person or two? What are her parents’ surnames? Did she get on well with her classmates…
Activists who can’t spell “war” with the paintbrush deserve to die by the sword, no? I think we’ve already established that schools should be teaching peepul how to write in whatever language they prefer, and that nations can go fuck themselves, so let’s not go here: … or here:
Most of the people I know regard themselves as left-wing, so I’ve heard this form of apocalyptic xenophobia more from guys with curious haircuts than from guys who have dispensed with the razor guard altogether. Mein Kampf etc are familiar but I don’t really know the “left” national-socialist equivalents. Here, however, is the Stalinist machine…
And why not? The taxi has far, far greater claims than beautiful but culturally insignificant places like Úbeda. But would drivers stump up the bribes required by UNESCO officials?
