Desultory bar philosophising on the socio-economic function of Secret Santa.

Or rather, how my grandfather seems to have been named after a minor railway station.

Can someone work out from this steaming pool of verbal diarrhea if they’re loading the donkey down with GPS recorders etc and then letting it go wherever it wants? Now that would be really interesting. Er, not, actually. [Whatever happened to Deirdre (?) and the donkey and cart with which she made her way from [...]

Excerpts from Juan Goytisolo and Ramón Fernández Palmeral, with an epitaph from George Orwell.

A Catalan children’s song remembered by Francesc Candel; early rave culture on Central America’s eastern seaboard.