(Even if they can’t make a decent paella.)

It’s all a question of taste and budget in Gaudy’s famous Parky Gay, just up the road from the Sangria Familia.

Do Spanish speakers get more excited about “defective” accents than English speakers?

Between-wars texts about Zaragoza by Germans who appear never to have visited the place.

Serious separatists will drive on the left, in Vic, starting Sunday.

A drunk-sounding Peacock Band playing accordions, bones, and mouth organs in a pub in Chelsworth, Suffolk the early 1970s.

Will my favourite herpetoid be safe from the war on the narco wild life?

Vague musings on the past and present of hare coursing and greyhound racing in Spain.

The strange shrieks of theatrical monsters often don’t require translation.

Both white and black men prohibited from ambulant advertising.

Our itinerary, and that of Polo Polo on his Viaje a España.

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

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

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

An illegal brothel at Girona Airport.

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 [...]

By Ramon Vila & Marta Cuatrecasas

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

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