Agua : buey = vino : rey

Trevor @ Tuesday March 1st 2005 13:56

Just as it is difficult to understand how politicians can be so negligent or corrupt as to dig tunnels into which their voters’ flats then tumble, so it is hard to accept that Barcelona’s water utility can get away with building extravagant towers when their product is still undrinkable. I woke up last night and, the bottled being up, swigged a litre from the tap, and I now feel like I’ve got cholera. Even the cat won’t touch it.


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  1. Carlos
    March 2nd 2005 15:03

    Should they put a poison sign on every tap?

  2. Trevor
    March 2nd 2005 15:42

    Sounds fair enough to me. I’m pretty healthy, so I guess that could have killed someone in worse shape.

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