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.
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