Having survived Liverpool, the intrepid Mr Harvey returns to Spain only to find himself menaced by pork lions, and worse. Our neighbourhood revolutionary proposes to visit this establishment, purchase 50 fragmentation hand grenades (incredibly cheap at €3.5), and call trading standards if they try any lousy scam, like serving pineapple.
Peter Harvey is suffering from that perennial Spanish problem–translation agencies that don’t pay the modest rates they promise. This blog enjoys dressing up but has no plans to become for the translation sector what el Cobrador del Frac is for the world at large: a debt collection agency which compensates for a deeply flawed legal…
Andalusia’s largest financial institution, Unicaja, keeps its autochthonous customers happy by investing substantial sums in sponsoring local sports teams, and was thus unable to afford 50€ for a slogan-checker for the Brits, who are estimated to make up 70% of the clientele of this particular branch:
The headline belongs to Josu at Malaprensa, who has the marvellous story of how Guus Hiddink’s comment in Bild that it was unfortunate that Mesut Özil had distinguished himself with a bad pass was translated in the Spanish press as Hiddink regretting a false passport having been required to enable him to play for Germany.…
There is a long history of the cross-fertilisation of marine and ecclesiastical architecture, from Jesus’ boat-church on the Sea of Galilee (Mark 4:1: “And he began again to teach by the sea side: and there was gathered unto him a great multitude, so that he entered into a ship, and sat in the sea; and…
No 31 in this New York Times collection of strange street signs. My impression is that the Chinese are ahead, but it seems hard to criticise them for this: huge efforts have been made over the past decade to make a previously sternly monolingual country more accessible to foreigners; the effort is laudable and the…
The Entertainer Online reports on the Association of Merchants and Entrepreneurs Mojácar’s interest in exploiting to the full the arrival of technology that sounds like it will have even the bullet-trained Japanese writhing with envy. In deference to their example, and bearing in mind local cultural interests I suppose you could rechristen the AVE “Bullevator”.
… which caught me the other day after an extremely heavy lunch but manages to make me sound pretty coherent. A couple of people have suggested over the past couple of years that this blog is Hispanophobe, part of a venerable Anglo-Saxon plot against the Catholic Monarchs, or something. My original nom de plume makes…