Advertising on the cheap, and the joys of squatting.

A bit of free association, or rambling, as it is more widely known.

Nominations for the noblest British fighter in a Spanish war, and speculative revisions of the history of two idiot idioms.

Yo, el vaquilla, quinqui cinema, and the usual political whining.

Link love for 05/06/2009.

I do hate to be beside the seaside, unless it’s raining.

Link love for 01/06/2009.

Mid-20th century Ibero-American hits, state-controlled media, the personal and the public.

Drinking, driving, cursing.

Was S Felipe Neri the original big swinging dick?

An illegal brothel at Girona Airport.

Hell, no one reads my Greader feed anyway.

At Giseno, Lago di Como.

A Barcelona scrap-metal dealer only has 12 on the favicon on his website.

An etymological hop from kite-flying with Juan Marsé back to Concha Piquer’s greatest hit.

Promotes law as a truth-telling device.

But where does the buck stop?

Some corner of a foreign football pitch that is for ever Bilbao, and I hope they got fed afterwards:

The original strikes me as thoroughly Teutonic:

Let’s not kid ourselves any longer: everything interesting, from nachos to nationalism, was invented by the Germans. Fortunately they tend to be generous about using the proceeds to mitigate the resulting [...]

If phone companies don’t provide window stickers, Pakistani shopkeepers may have a go themselves.

With a description of how thieves work Barcelona’s metro station platforms.