Politics, the art of confusion
A borrowed verdict on the current public utterances of Spanish officials, and a suggestion that the Catalan national question may be about to be resolved in the same way it was in 1918-23.
Great tunes, great doggerel, small simians
A borrowed verdict on the current public utterances of Spanish officials, and a suggestion that the Catalan national question may be about to be resolved in the same way it was in 1918-23.
The relative awfulness of, and defining differences between, English and Spanish justice.
An Iberian proposal would slash wage costs, free up time and talent for cashflow-friendly shagshow opportunities, and assimilate football to mainstream Peninsular cultural practice.
But what was Rosa Díez actually trying to say before she so expertly inserted foot into mouth?
In response to confusion in the markets re Spain’s constitutional arrangements and the size and distribution of its public debt, kaleBirthday has, remarkably, gained the consent of the Catalan, Spanish and EU administrations to conduct a binding poll on the future of the troubled region. Vote now or forever hold your peace.
With the Anglo-Saxon plot in tatters and Jewish machinations a non-starter, some strategic paranoia for Mr Zapatero. (Like: Is Mendelssohn’s Elijah a secret weapon of German subversion?)
The Spanish, making progress with a backlog of untranslated English snowclones?
Property rights in the natural order of things, and the economic subtext to Zapatero’s cosmology.
Bishop Gibson of Granada understands beatific bureaucracy but not tradition. Featuring a bad Vietnamese flamenco clip.
Nearsightedness is increasing, and there aren’t many other reasonable explanations.