Somehow I thought I’d head back from Mexico brown and fit instead of white and fat as usual. As it happens, the ladies preferred shopping trips and cheap shoes to Pacific beaches and my magnificent physique, dropping me off most days at dirty bars full of güero-haters. The widespread dislike among Mexicans of (male) blondes,…
Here. (I am still alive, on holiday in Mexico and become increasingly expert in the details of mezcal production–maybe one day I’ll get a diploma from mezCalTech. After the local police ran away from rioting Stalinists and extreme nationalists in Oaxaca, the feds have come in and there has reportedly been shooting. The situation is…
The police have left town and the revolutionary teachers (beardos with baseball bats trying to blackmail the administration into giving them cushy jobs) have hung up great big portraits of Marx, Engels, Lenin and Stalin, along with placards calling the governor a murderer, and they’re breaking up folk dancing in the barrios and intimidating the…
Is the name of a chicken grill in Mexico City. (For the uninitiated, pollo is Spanish for “chicken” and gilipollas is Spanish for “arsehole”, although as far as I know it’s only peninsular.)
Hardly seems worth cutting into vacation beer time for this, but here is the man referring to this over-aggressive post of mine: Trevor has me claiming that the object-present participle form of compounding is a recent invention of the political right and originates with nigger-loving. And in a new post: I was hardly claiming, as…
Showing her customary wisdom, one’s secret damsel on the hill has agreed to a temporary separation in order to allow one to tootle round Mexico in an automobile of some nature with three absolutely gorgeous women. Syndicated stuff on this site will continue to update, but posting will be light for the next few weeks,…
Or rather, to get slightly richer rather quicker than would otherwise have been the case. He gets a monthly Spanish government pension of €3. One of a series of profiles in El Mundo.
Tim Stannard at La Liga Loca suggests that coach Javier Clemente may not be the smartest bet for a Serbian national team in desperate need of an image upgrade. Dutch coaches seem to travel rather better.