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

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

Xenophobic atavism in the 1640 Reapers Revolt.

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

Drinking, driving, cursing.

An illegal brothel at Girona Airport.

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.

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 [...]

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

By Ramon Vila & Marta Cuatrecasas

Or, the dangers of imbibing Coke in the long grass. Pay the musicians, sirrah.

Will the pigeon get the cat’s food, or will the cat get the pigeon?

Don’t try to force feminism on women.

And whatever you do don’t let them loose in fields containing horses.

Joan Txàpal strikes at the heart of dorkness.

After years of shilly-shallying, will France finally stand up to American fartpower?

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.

A British soldier’s hazy recollections of civil war in Portugal.

Here. Concept here.