There was a strange meeting in London yesterday, involving the heads of the governments of Britain, Spain and Greece. One wonders what on earth they can have chatted about. Other than the parlous state of each of their economies, of course. And perhaps Socialism. Anwyay, Gordon Brown must have been disappointed to see himself called Mr Brow in one of Spain's national papers today. Whether high or low, they didn't say.

El Mundo had a foto of Brow(n) and Zapatero entitled "Red ties and red numbers", which was quite clever. Or at least amusing.

El Mundo also stressed that the messages issued by Sr Z. in London about Spain's plans were contrary to those cited by his Ministress of the Economy in the same city last week. But, then, they would. And he would too. Can anyone be surprised that few even on the Left have any confidence in him anymore?

But, anyway, I'm coming down with a cold or even the flu, so I'll leave you with these fotos of el entierro (burial) of our Lenten offering last night. Since he was, as usual, immolated, it really should be called la cremación, I guess.

Ravachol the parrot, dressed as a speed cop:-

Young dancers who had the sense to wear a cape as protection against the cold and the rain:-

And some poor creatures who didn't:-

 

I did try to get a foto of a nun, whether smoking or not. But there were none to be seen among the bishops and cardinals.