There's a lovely comment from the
estimable Simon Barnes in Today's Times:- Women make the
best female impersonators - Ladies Day at Aintree is an annual
celebration of joyous feminine self-caricature. Here's the ladies
being referred to.
And here's a lot more.
Here in the UK, a senior government
minister with the Spanish first name of Maria, is in some trouble
for, shall we say, not getting her expense claims quite right. The
sums are chickenfeed by Spanish standards, but her career is
increasingly at risk, as politicians of all parties demand her
sacking. Of course, there aren't many critics in her own party who are
prepared to go on the record but there are some. Plus several more
who are willing to criticise her anonymously.
This, to say the least, is rare in Spain, where a more tribal form of politics means that few, if any, from one's own side are prepared to stick their heads above the parapet. Which is why Sr Rajoy can drive through a regressive ant-abortion bill that many of his party disagree with. In fact, other than members of Opus Dei, it's hard to know what his constituency is with this bill.
This, to say the least, is rare in Spain, where a more tribal form of politics means that few, if any, from one's own side are prepared to stick their heads above the parapet. Which is why Sr Rajoy can drive through a regressive ant-abortion bill that many of his party disagree with. In fact, other than members of Opus Dei, it's hard to know what his constituency is with this bill.
A reader has asked whether I was
including Spanish nationalists in yesterday's comment about
nationalists playing dirty. Well, yes. I said that all nationalists
are guilty of this sin. That said, I wonder whether there are any
English nationalists playing dirty against the Scots. If not, I guess
it's because many English people are relaxed about the quarrelsome
(and expensive) Caledonians buggering off to their own destiny. Though
not the British government, of course.
Finally . . . As I may have
mentioned, I'm having trouble with my satnav(GPS). I managed to
squeeze out of it a route back from Merseyside to Pontevedra but was
surprised this took me through France, Germany, Luxembourg and France
again and then via Barcelona, Zaragoza and Valladolid to Pontevedra.
Or 3,909km. Fearing this was because I'd said 'No motorways', I
checked on the settings and found I'd asked for the Quickest
Route. So, I changed this to
"Shortest Route" and it came up with a mere 3,834km, via
Bilbao. Something not quite right, then.
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