Category: Thunder
Do Welsh expats incline to rain-drenched hills?
Nature vs nurture in the Italian Jones tribe.
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If only the Spanish nalga were also a Latin first declension noun.
“I have in my mind the most masterly farts which, however, would be impossible to reproduce.” The farting policeman explains nevertheless how to perform the “Imperial”, the “Terminator” and the “Saturday Night”, which may or may not refer to the comparable artistic frustrations no doubt suffered by the admirable Mr Travolta.
Over at Michael Gilleland’s place. I am laid low by village water, which comes out of the hill unpurified, which is fine, but which ravages stomachs lacking the correct ecology of flora and fauna, which is tough on me and even tougher on the porcelain. Beware the great god Fart under such circumstances.
I rather like NATO’s new designs for the Zaragoza expo. More likely to put it on the map than take it off it, if you ask me.
Thanks to MM (with a little help from BB) for news of the English musician who used to play bugle calls on his rifle using a mouthpiece inserted into the barrel. The photograph recalls the following Spanish joke: Two hippies from Gracia are shrooming in the woods when they find a shotgun. “Hey man, get…
Papel Continuo: Noticias del Mundo was the Spanish version of the American shambloid, Weekly World News. Issue 41 announced that whole office was off to the Caribbean to investigate some weird stuff, and it was the last to appear. Check out Vampire Child, The Man With 12,310 Children, and The Woman With Three Brains here.
Given the spectacular contribution of Iberian merchants to the spice trade, why is it that none of my local friends will go anywhere near a lamb vindaloo?
Here, with a flurry of thanks to the hermeneuticists of Bavaria, is the odd one out amongst tales of late nineteenth and early twentieth century German commercial activities in Iberia and the Maghreb: One of the first German missions was that of Colonel von Conring to Marrakesh in about 1878 to present to Mulai Hassan…
Lots of sites promise, but I still haven’t found one that delivers serious historical weather data outside of the US, the UK and other dominions of Anglocabronia. I’ll roast a baby lamb for the winning respondent.
Great tunes, great doggerel, small simians