The wig isn’t mine (I need one like this), and neither is the firewood I am clutching, but I obviously do share most of the opinions expressed. I may get round to posting a rough translation of the Catalan.
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.
Joan Ripollès Iranzo thinks Arturo (the “o” disappeared in public a decade ago) Mas may be on the way out, Elena Ribera isn’t so sure. My favourite Reverend Bacon this time round was Oriol Junqueras, whose resemblance to a mad pig conceals the fact that he is a cunning one. I loved his recycling of…
