Well, first off, you’ll all be wanting to know that El Fandi was the leading bullfighter of 2008, garnering the highest number of tails, ears and ovations. The last mentioned came cheaper to the bulls. Though they were probably past caring at this point.
The writer of this article reviews what went wrong in the financial and credit markets this year and offers a mea culpa which turns out to be rather more of an exculpation. As I understand it, it’s all the fault of those of us who aren’t as logical as economists feel we should be. Especially when the US government makes mistakes that the writer wouldn’t have made.
I have seen a few Pinter plays but never been a fan. Perhaps because I recall being bored stiff when watching The Birthday Party as an immature teenager. As opposed to the immature adult I later became. However, I’ve no reason to doubt the basic view of this columnist that he was a creative genius. Though I find it easier to agree with her comment that such folk often make silly political commentators.
While I may have drunk quite a lot of wine in my life so far, I can’t claim to have any great knowledge. Or, indeed, a decent nose or palate. So I was interested in this article on how to fake the ability to spout the sort of garbage we’re all familiar with. And even more so in the cited article revealing that even experts can find it difficult to distinguish between red and white wines, when denied knowledge of their colour. Makes you think.
The Pontevedra council has plans to make a permanent exhibition of the medieval ruins recently disinterred. And, understandably, to place a number of artefacts in the museum. The article on all this used the verb musealizar but it seems this has yet to be recognised by the Royal Academy. Which is a shame. Perhaps I jotted it down wrongly. Though Google gave me 5,000 citations just now.
Talking of councils in Galicia . . . The wealthiest turns out to be Beariz, up in the Pontevedran hills. I think I'm right in saying this includes the town of Avión, which [naturally enough] has its own little airport for the private jets of the descendants of the people who emigrated to Mexico and made their fortune from questionable business practices.
Which reminds me . . . Someone from one of the Madrid universities has analysed 42 films made in Spain between 2000 and 2006 and established that 31% of the male protagonists avail themselves of prostitutes. Which is hardly surprising, I guess. Cinema verité.
Those who are fed up with details of the Great Galician Turbine Turmoil should log off now. . . There are, of course, more articles in the local press today and, in this one, the writer says it was inevitable the BNG would take decisions on a political rather than a commercial basis – “It’s a nationalist and minority party; it applies linguistic rigour as it if were a mark of its symbolic identity and tries to open up real areas of influence based on economic pragmatism in its areas of influence. . . . As travelling companions, it chooses financial entities where it has political interest, rural companies where it enjoys influence, canning companies in towns where it governs or co-governs - a varied business base with which it wants to weave a middle-class nationalism.” For which you can hardly blame them as this is what has brought Cataluña to its present position. But the interesting thing to observe will be whether their unilateral – let’s-annoy-almost-everyone-important – approach on this issue will result in them reversing the trend of the last 2 or 3 elections and assure them more than 20% of the vote. Vamos a ver. Or Ya veremos. I can never remember which.