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Things have come to a pretty pass when lovely girls, handsome men, gorgeous costumes, melodious songs and a splendid orchestra no longer constitute suitable educational material for American students. It is easier to understand why attempts to bring Gilbert and Sullivan to Catalonia have failed. Here’s part of a review by J Donald Smith of [...]
Bombs and drunks galore here, but it’s still not as bad as California. Here’s Fashion Week Daily (”How L.A. fashionistas spend their summers”) on the West Coast alternative to alcoholism:
David Bell, the British Chief Inspector of Schools,
said last summer that infants increasingly lacked speaking skills because of the “disrupted and dishevelled” lives some were forced to endure.
The “150kg ETA bomb” on the beach at Sant Carles de la Ràpita is an obvious hoax designed by PP-puppet Zapatero to discredit ETA and Catalan nationalism. As we all know, ever since that little bloke with the moustache didn’t do a deal with the Basque neo-Nazis, the Catalan and Basque peoples have been advancing [...]
As noted previously, large, yellow, rounded-cylindrical marker buoys are found bobbing just off the coast here. I call them Homers, but have only just found out why.
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IT a profession for generally peaceful, libertarian innovators sans frontières? Not in Andalusia, where they’re demonstrating with the ultimate goal of excluding those without the correct government diploma. The OECD wants flexible labour markets. Spain wants guilds. Yet I’m sure this kind of thing must happen somewhere else–Gordimer would surely have had some if there’d been any around–so maybe we should kill that chorus of “Only in Spain”.
CC says that Telva says that Jaume Plensa is simply panting to design some sets for Verdi’s Macbetch. I blame Telva’s legions of copy editors this time–they get Toulouse wrong too–but there’s no reason why not: “So this is the story of Lady Macbitch and her husband. The Queen stimulates herself with the props of power, [and] domination is a kind of remote masturbation.” This was before Angela Merkel came to office, of course.
Geo-sensitive porn chat ads cope as well with multi-key characters as the average wanker. I doubt not that Cornell University is a chattering of cheeky chicas, but at this time of year the weather’s rather better in Cornellá, Barcelona. Not that I’m in Cornellà, but you get the picture, and if you don’t then I can always mail you it, Ian and David.
For a long time I’ve avoided the centre of town, where the keywords are minuscule and mediocre, but even in quieter districts it’s difficult to find a decent traditional menu for a sensible price. Ca la Flor (Secretari Coloma 10, metro Joanic) is just the job: €8.50 for three generous home-cooked courses with free-flowing booze, and good cheap coffee and shots afterwards. The service from Flor and Mr in the kitchen is friendly and rapid, something quite exceptional in Barcelona. To my unsophisticated palate the quality is comparable with the nearby Yaya Amelia (Sardenya 364), and you pay a fraction of the price. You also get to watch the Simpsons and there are no pretty Catalan tiles or other useless crap like that. Highly recommended.
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