I was wrong about heads not rolling because of the ETA meeting cock-up. The Press Officer at the Ministry of the Interior has apologised for the premature announcement of success and has had his resignation accepted. If not compelled.
I watched a decent film last night - The Words. In Spain, this became The Thief of Words. Why? No one has the slightest idea. Job retention is the best guess.
If you want a trenchant (left-of-centre) view of the state of the state of Spain, click here. It's from Graeme of South of Watford and seems pretty accurate to me.
And now for something completely different . . . I'm not sure it still happens but when I was at primary school we had a weekly singing session, conducted by a teacher who could play the piano. Something or other reminded me of this and I dug out the tunes I can remember. Especially for my reader and schoolmate, KK, here they are. The rest of you can join in if you like:-
Cotton Fields. Johnny Cash version.
Poor Old (Black) Joe. Paul Robeson version
The Leaving of Liverpool. One of hundreds of versions.
D'ye Ken John Peel. Trifle unusual version.
The British Grenadier. Basic march.
As I write this, I can see the teacher writing the words of Cotton Fields and Poor Old Joe on the blackboard. Quite why she chose black spirituals I've no idea but we clearly loved the tunes. I wonder if primary schools today in the UK still have the time and inclination to teach kids to sing. Actually, we had a singing class in grammar school as well but I doubt these have survived today's obsession with rankings.
The Ayatollah is having a rest today.