Chez Lenox, not to be confused in any way or to the slightest degree with Lenin, whose typically deranged pamphlet, One step forward, two steps back, is here. Comrade Vladimir doesn’t address our particular theme, but those interested in the recent roots of Iberian politics may inspect with interest the mud he throws in the…
MG posted this C15th verse the other day, and D suggested but didn’t provide music: Bring us in good ale, and bring us in good ale, Fore our blessed Lady sak, bring us in good ale. Bring us in no browne bred, for that is made of brane; Nor bring us in no whit bred,…
The organist went on holiday with his rhythm stick to the gardens of Japan, where he met with the gentle Barbie. Come home with me, he said, and I’ll show you my organ. They were just snuggling up together, when lo and behold! appeared the Stereotypical Kingkong, all the way from the jungles of Sumatra.…
Nata con nueces de la casa, over at Charles Harrison’s, who is an absolute must for all Spanish students of English as it is spoken, and via Iestyn ap Robert, who I believe may fall into the category of a known unknown. Someone moaned that attribution of origin should be obligatory. That might make life…
Colin thinks this is one for me, rather than, say, for Pricasso, who I have to say looks like a right one. What year is it today? Have a good one anyway!
This *preliminary* version of a very old favourite, ET Mensah’s Tea Samba, is for Mr Paul “Tea” Baker (diabolus.org) and for all of you who have followed and supported this project so far: Disclaimers: Sorry, I couldn’t find a red tie. I’m shouting, not because I’m deaf, but because it’s *very* loud. This ditty leaves…
Over at PH. Dehesa de Los Llanos is one of a number of brilliant cheeses from down Albacete way that I have been trying, and generally failing, to introduce to friends whose first choice tends to be something local and expensive made by rich kids with mullets and flags out of what tastes like dog…
The other day some kind person passed me the memoirs of the influential moderate republican writer and politician Carlos Esplá Rizo, Mi Vida Hecha Cenizas [Diarios 1920-1965], who sees his life turned to ashes by Spain’s political failure after WWI and by his long exile following the Civil War. In 1950 someone fixes him up…
