More Czechs, Spike Jones, Brexit, burning Guy, Child Ballads, copyright, Robin Hood’s two pricks, and so on.
Rincón del Segura delivers an incredibly tasty range of basics nationwide.
But how did it work?
But may a new link to Zaragoza be in the offing?
Unlike most subsidised official festival crap, it’s fast, funny and real. Well, kind of.
An elderly Andalusian’s way of saying “this year” may constitute early warning of global (or at least Peninsular) cataclysm, perhaps a regional franchise of the 2012 phenomenon.
Or perhaps it isn’t.
Party political prejudice, or yet more historical memory bollocks?