Arsing around in 16th century Spain

Vaguely re this, I was surprised to find that medieval Spanish local legal codes are thick with arse. Fueros sometimes proscribe face-arse contact and are generally quite stern about insertions of any nature, unless of course they form part of fun-for-all, legally sanctioned punishments. By the sixteenth century arsebanditry has become slightly more fun–unless, of…

Summer travels

Not as dramatic as this gentleman but probably better company, Steve Vaught (“The fat man walking”) is walking across the States to try to lose weight. Two local guys (“Dos en un burro”) are cheating and have a donkey pulling them. I hope it gets more Three men in a boat-ish, because there’s promise in…

Forum auction not to include mayor Clos

Price estimates had dropped so rapidly following recent news that the accountants figured it would be cheaper just to keep him locked up in the town hall until the next elections. 11,000 lots are up for sale–mostly office attributes–but I’m going to be bidding for the Flatiron Building, in which I plan to house my…

Boar-pig hybrids?

I’m pretty sure this picture is of the boar-pig hybrids mentioned the other day: These little darlings have been tusked where applicable, but the shoulders look broader to me than on boar I’ve seen before and the hide less hairy. On the other side of the hill there are what look like their feral cousins,…

Spring is here (again)

I have been up the coast a couple of times this week (off again tomorrow) and I don’t think I’ve ever seen as many spring flowers. Their profusion is partly a consequence of heavy rainfall, and partly of the fires last summer that burnt away heavy shrubbery and young pine woods, clearing the ground. However,…

Bugger demonstrations

It’s not just the sprinkling of No al PP signs at what is meant to be an ecumenical anti-terrorism fest: I fail to understand the whole concept of marching in large groups, carrying the same placards and chanting the same slogans in order to protest intolerance of the individual on the part of ETA and…

commercial announcement

Night of the Tarantula is back after a break caused by eclipses and general knackeredness. No vampires, please.

moving on

You can do night-time walks in some places, but not round Torre Baró (blogged here, walk here). This week it was the turn of a part-time teacher of guitar and sevillanas, murdered next to his car and sleepy girlfriend with a 9 mm Civil War pistol for reasons presumably unrelated to his left-hand technique. Honestly,…