I do like the Dutch foreign ministry desk diary, although more for its furry cover than the tired and overwhelmingly western images reproduced. One exception: Co Westerik’s Snijden aan gras (Westerik’s site -> enter -> Schilderijen -> scroll down or Ctrl-F to Snijden aan gras I). Fingers that are cut in Spanish culture tend to…
That’s what this facial analysis site said to this heavy/ska-period PR shot. This wide awake one on the other hand had it thinking of Alfred Rosenberg, Eddie Murphy and Jane Fonda. This would have been too obvious. (Via whatserface)
Tomorrow at 7:30 they’re showing old fatso’s low-budget, quasi-real, low/high culture Interview (“The cabinet’s going to fall tonight and I’ve got to go and interview a pair of tits”; Dutch with Spanish subtitles(?)) as part of a Dutch film week. There’s a full programme here (PDF), but I make this the pick of the bunch.
Nick Lloyd notes that “The spread of mad cows disease into Spain means that, following EU rules, dead cows, sheep and goats can no longer be left in the countryside, and must be destroyed.” Fortunately for Brussels this is not all that remains of a sheep but one of Spain’s rarest creatures, the Aragonese albino…
Someone told me this morning that the Royal Ulster Constabulary used to be known as the Trevors. It’s unclear to me whether this is a reference to the low incidence of the name in Catholic families, to Tacitus’ pigheaded Treviri, or to something completely different–please tell me if you know. Here, anyway, to strike terror…