But the Guardian has got its knickers in a twist.
Tülin Özen’s shell technique in Semih KaplanoÄŸlu’s Bal, comparison with the palm technique, brief speculation re historical usage of both, and a Moorish honey-cookie recipe.
With observations regarding the possible implications for Extramaduran truckers and flamenco policy.
Chunks of Heliopolis and Eumeswil dealing with smartphones, language and power meet up with the Gaddafis.
Barcelona trading practices, builder’s crack-fish and the great Pacific birdshit war.
Half Cock looks to a Tuscan witch for inspiration.
How amiably drunken shagfests could resolve the burka problem in a manner acceptable to freedom-loving readers of this blog.
The precedents for, and some possible implications of, the Catalanisation of Barcelona’s cinemas. Plus some crowd-pleasing video of the Quebec language police in action. (Allez! Allez! Allez! And the hell with the economy!) All in somewhat fevered response to an article by Martin Dahms in the Tages-Anzeiger.
Is Mr Barbecue Bunny’s sardonic grin pre- or post-mortem?
Blasco Ibáñez says that actually we have always thought “at all hours of the Mediterranean rim.”