Three justifications for jumping red lights in Spain

You’re a policeman. Sometimes they put the winky-winky on as they jump and then turn it off again, often they don’t bother. You know a policeman. You don’t intend to go very far on the other side. I find this the most puzzling, and one of its practicioners almost nailed me this morning.

Losung

Introducing the Spanish heavy rock unlaut (sic).

Fixing the rootless cosmopolitans

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…

Whenever I see The Cabinet of Dr Caligari, I think of Alphonse Laurencic

And here. I would dearly love to find out more about Alphonse and his creations. Someone once showed me a magazine with a few relevant pictures, but I’ve forgotten who/what/where. All but the blind will have noticed my background tribute on this blog’s front page to Robert Wiene. The OpenFlix/YouTube publishing of Dr Caligari is…

Best ever portrait of June Caprice?

This original drawing with its delicious absinthe blue is by one Emili Vilà Gorgoll (Llagostera 1887-1967, who he?) & is up for auction at Balclis on Wednesday. Here’s the competition. I go basically for the munchies and the odd curiosity. I sense an inverse relationship between price and personal preference – the expensive stuff seems…