Maragall’s blog

I’m not sure if presidentmaragall.cat was such a smart choice of domain, with voters apparently keen to kick out the idiots and reelect the thieves. (The blog link seems to have stopped working. This can’t be because the system doesn’t let him post when he’s drunk, because, as we know, he doesn’t have a problem.)

Dodgy film of the week

El santuario no se rinde, on at 10 at the Filmoteca. Released in 1949, apparently it has the besieged Guardia Civils sing fandangos while they wait for the red notary to desert the French International Brigades and die honourably. The big question: will it be worse than Jean Renoir’s La Marseillaise, seen the other week?

Are the French dirty buggers?

Google seems to think so, and it’s unjust, says Jean Véronis, who unfortunately shows up as 62% promiscuous on the Slut-o-meter.

Stalagtights

Article of clothing used by theatrical troupes in the camps. Still turns up, usually in completely inappropriate circumstances, stalagtite being the generally preferred spelling. See also stalagmight/-mite.

Beer that’s good for you

Normal food is repackaged here and sold at a premium as healthy Dieta Mediterránea. And so the woman asked the supermarket assistant, “Excuse me, have you got any Mediterranean Diet beer? It’s for my husband.” What would Homer say?

Stats

Thanks to Franco Alemán for the links–certainly helps drive up numbers, currently around 2,500 individuals daily. Re his point about the irrelevance of foreign correspondents: someone once told me that Rafael Ramos@London is in fact a Málaga cannabis lawyer, which surely isn’t true but which might explain a lot.