An illegal brothel at Girona Airport.

The cottaging zone is getting so popular they’re having to pipe the stuff in.

Arthur Thesleff seems to have burnt most film further east, but there’s a nice snap of some early Andalusians.

Gypsy clans living on an old dung heap north of Granada may have the answer.

A cloud of fruit flies have crawled in through Miquel Coll i Alentorn’s ear and devoured his brain.

Someone called Emily has found an original way of telling us apart.

It’s barrel-scraping time when the comments over at El país are smarter than the article. Check out Dienekes for a bit of common sense.

It would be Švankmajer-nice to think that the wide-scale conversion of Spanish country restaurants into brothels is the logical, albeit unexpected consequence of a social craze for abandoning what is feared to be cultural in favour of what is assumed to be natural. However, the replacement of cooks by pimps means that we have not [...]

“Kraus was perfectly capable of using ‘feuilletonism’ without anti-Semitic undertones.”

As well as dancing the old fandango, being a brigand on the mountains, etc. His father was a something from Barcelonia. Here. Can anyone make out the entire text? (This isn’t Funiculì funiculà.)

I just don’t get why Jordi Pujol, the big man of Catalan nationalism over the past 40 years, said that “crossbreeding” (mestissatge) with immigrants would mean the end of Catalonia.
My dad’s been shagging Mrs P for years, and the kids are doing fine.