In which I proffer my experience in the service of the East European mafia as a model for helping us help the Aricept generation.

TravelShop Turkey’s bus doesn’t actually take you to Istanbul or Tunis, but love those krazy keywords (and of course even Trabzon isn’t that Turkish any more anyway).

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 [...]

(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.

An illegal brothel at Girona Airport.

By Ramon Vila & Marta Cuatrecasas

Minsheu’s Pleasant and Delightfull Dialogues: where did he get all that horseshit?

It would be Å vankmajer-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 [...]

… where, it seems, very fat men with beards and skirts are DJs, very thin men with beards and skirts are gogos, and semi-wrapped Egyptian mummies with not very much hair at all are barmen. Since it seems increasingly unlikely that I will ever be a daddy, maybe it’s time to ditch the dress and [...]