Category: Provisions and utensils of the household and the fields

Mind how you park

Observed having rolled down into the Congost at el Bac, Figaró the other day, near the start of this walk and, hence, this special: Good news for cyclists: white van man seems to have got out in time.

More spitting

The more I think about this post, the more intrigued I am as to how you defend yourself against a violent customer using a DNA kit. Does it conceal a gun, or will busdrivers be able to turn notorious spitters into lettuces?

Right goers

Marleen Zachte quotes the results of a sex survey allegedly undertaken by German rubber and aluminium mag, Men’s Car, which shows that BMW drivers do it most and Porsche drivers least – if we are to believe the respondents. As usual the polluters did not dare ask cyclists.

Spring is here (again)

I have been up the coast a couple of times this week (off again tomorrow) and I don’t think I’ve ever seen as many spring flowers. Their profusion is partly a consequence of heavy rainfall, and partly of the fires last summer that burnt away heavy shrubbery and young pine woods, clearing the ground. However,…

Fresh growth

“Spring is here, spring is here, Life is skittles and life is beer,” sang Mr Lehrer, but first it’s time to park that old Ebro or Simca under an old olive tree (or a holly oak, or whatever takes the wrecker’s fancy): You can see these two rustbuckets (as well as a genuine iron mine)…

Hate plates

In the States civil servants get paid to censor vanity plates. Here are a couple that didn’t make it in Florida: I H8 GOD MY HO KIZ MY A ATHEIST (but only temporarily) And here are some that did: IAM GOD KICKAZZ (but only temporarily) Apparently Kentucky is the home of free expression, allowing HATE…

Beard rage

Thanks to the DG for this Mirror item: A DRIVER who tried to run down a pedestrian he thought was terror chief Osama bin Laden has been given a three-month suspended jail sentence. He jumped a red light and sped down a pedestrian street as he chased the bearded shopper. He only failed to hit…

More Gulliver

I assume (because I want to) that Gulliver’s Travel Agency organises theme holidays that commence with a dwarf bondage session and end with a celebrity lunch during which Messrs Yahoo, Jerry Yang and David Filo, reveal the depravity and brutishness behind those billion dollar grins. I wonder (because I have nothing to better to do)…