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.

But where does the buck stop?

And it’s free.

Don’t try to force feminism on women.

Joan Txàpal strikes at the heart of dorkness.

But will an ecclesiastical trawler turn it into cat food first?

• French farmer tells him, “Get off my land!”
• Did a Pakistani Dracula turn Brad and Angelina into zombies?

From saviour to saved to savoury: the de-/remystification of bodily imperfection.

I wondered here whether pew-beating as a means of reliving medieval pogroms was a nineteenth century invented tradition. It was a rather naive question, and confirmation that the practice was already popular in Barcelona in 1848 is to be found in this Libro Verde entry for today, Holy Wednesday.

Is Silvio a cyborg?

Witness accounts from the records of the Spanish Inquisition in Córdoba.

Iglesia Parroquial de Santa Teresa de Jesús, Carmelo, Barcelona.

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

Is it on a mission from God?

Statues are designed to be bird-friendly on the orders of a mysterious avian deity, which may have held sway over Luis Buñuel.

From an off-the-record report of a departmental seminar somewhere in the UK.

Cruise companies don’t appear to regard original copy as an important differentiating factor.

Nice one from Ignacio Escolar, who quotes Luke and asks who’s playing Judas in this photo.

Local “anarchists” showing Nestor Makhno, paysan d’Ukraine this Friday.