Great tunes, great doggerel, small simians
La Vanguardia appears interested in Spanish local airports as a means of diverting large sums of public money to private pockets to no obvious public benefit–except when the airport happens to be a Catalan one.
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.
Not that it ever rains in Villanueva de la Jara, Cuenca.
Or perhaps it isn’t.
Vague musings on the past and present of hare coursing and greyhound racing in Spain.
Party political prejudice, or yet more historical memory bollocks?
Mr Muñoz Soliva postulates the participation of some peculiarly phurtive Phoenicians.
Broadly illustrative of how we got where we are, with a joke at the end.