Bishop Gibson of Granada understands beatific bureaucracy but not tradition. Featuring a bad Vietnamese flamenco clip.

Nearsightedness is increasing, and there aren’t many other reasonable explanations.

Wait, let me check that.

One of Spanish nationalism’s numerous Achilles heels.

Every 9th Canarian nationalist councillor has a problem, and the left looks to be in worse trouble than the right nationally.

–Hello.
–Hello, is that the Department of Tourism? Yes? Hello, a week ago I sent you an email asking if this Friday you could let me and a group in to see the crypt of blah blah blah, and I was wondering whether this would still be possible.
–Oh yes, I read the email.
–So?
–Yes, that should be [...]

Fill in the gaps in this pasquinade on the voiceless velar fricative, which I found last night in Mesonero Romanos’ El antiguo Madrid:
En la plaza hay un cartel
Que nos dice en castellano
Que José, rey italiano,
Roba a España su dosel;
Y al leer este cartel,
Dijo una maja a su majo:
–Manolo, pon ahí abajo
Que me C….. en [...]

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

We’re in for a long recession: if the Extremadura PSOE says that pleasure is in your hands (via PD), then presumably they know that Spaniards aren’t going to be able to afford prostitutes for the foreseeable future. There’s been the predictable outcry from Catalan nationalists who believe they are subsidising Extremaduran tosspots and other spendthrift [...]

Is Mr Barbecue Bunny’s sardonic grin pre- or post-mortem?

Half roasted Frenchmen, some o’er Gratings Broil’d/Do mix with Spaniards in the Sea parboil’d;

The Danish-based trends site Ghits.dk is now using my most popular neologism (Google hit -> ghit) for both Google and Yahoo searches. (Dear Mr Larsen, any chance of a link back to the source of your inspiration? Kalebeul or FollowTheBaldie.com would do nicely!)

It’s not what you steal, it’s the way that you steal it.

And they’re going descriptive, bit by bit.

The British establishment doesn’t give a rat’s arse what he thinks.

Bizarrely honest or honestly bizarre?

From the DCVB, re pato:
—Amagueu els patos, que vénen els músics!: ho diuen per recomanar prendre precaucions davant un perill imminent (Val.). Els músics hostatjats tenen fama de menjar tot quant troben a la casa.
One recalls a barbecue gig where all the meat and beer was consumed before the 50-odd guests arrived in their bus. [...]

It does have its advantages. Ants are not one of them.

A Dutch compliment becomes a French insult.

What do ghit ratios from La Vanguardia, El Periodico, El País, ADN, ABC, El Mundo, Público, and Levante tell us about their owners’ priorities?