Thursday, June 28, 2012

I watched last night's Spain-Portugal penalty shoot-out in a bar full of rather stressed Spaniards. What surprised me, as the final shot went in, was that the females around me seemed even more excited than the males. Tonight, I'm writing as the second half begins, with the unlikely score of Italy 2 Germany 0. With both goals having been scored by the talented but unhinged Mario Balotelli.

The bar I'm in has two more TVs than usual, with one of these facing the smokers out in the street. One of the internal TVs looked rather odd and I finally realised it was the back of the one outside, explaining why it was a reverse image. With badges on the footballers' right breast, rather than the left one. For example. And all the text back to front.

Talking of outside - One thing the anti-smoking legislation has done is guaranteed that, if you eat outside, you'll be surrounded by smokers. In summer, that is; in winter the smokers are on their own.

Just going back to books briefly . . . It's not unusual - especially outside the summer months - for me to be found reading a book in one of the town's numerous café-bars, alone. And I sometimes wonder, given the Spanish love of talking, whether I'm not being pitied as Johnny-No-Mates who's had to resort to reading because he's got no one to chat to. Ah, well. I talk a lot to myself.

Coincidentally, I've been meaning for a while to talk about the word 'mate'. It's tempting to see this a synonym for 'friend'. But sometimes it is and sometimes it isn't. And it's very hard to say what the rules are and when they're acceptable and when they're not. I might, for example, say "Two pints, please" to a barman but never to a barmaid. And a delivery man might say "Mate" to me but not to my daughter. But it's too simple to say the word is confined to males. I will ponder it further. Meanwhile, be aware that the word is a trap and should be avoided in all instances until you know the secret.

On the eve of yet another summit, some interesting observations on the euro:- There is no doubt that the euro, like Dr. Strangelove's doomsday machine, is an infernal device destined to blow up one day, but also so designed that any attempt to dismantle it simply detonates the bomb. It is very easy to structurally distort an economy within the framework of a currency union but very difficult to correct the distortions once generated. This is why so many rightly say that in Spain it is all pain as far ahead as the eye can see. 

Isabel Pantoja is a singer who's on trial for her part in the money-laundering activities of her (already-convicted partner), the ex-mayor of Marbella. She had a day in court today, where she was greeted with cries of Guapa! (Beautiful), rather than Ladrona (Thief). Such is the power of fame. As Ken Dodd discovered. And possibly Harry Redknapp.

Finally . . . Owl News: I suspect that, like bulls that have survived a bullfight, the pigeons are wising up to the lack of movement on Ollie's part. So, I've armed myself with a rolled-up newspaper as a back-up. Birds are not as bird-brained as you might think.

Please forgive any shortcomings in this post; I've written it with one eye on the football match. Which ended on the right note.


Ferrolano said...

Colin, talking to yourself is OK in my book. It is when you answer yourself that I start to worry, or so I said to myself just yesterday morning....!!!!!

James Atkinson said...

Or argue, even worse.
A few years ago thinking to try a different pub just for a change, I wandered into the Garibaldi in Swansea (Now closed). The barman said "Hello Mush" I Left. Still not sure if he intended that as a pleasantry or not. I have no idea of the origin of this form of address, the internet seems to suggest romany or cockney, otherwise I would have assumed a corruption of Monsieur.

Perry said...

It is also another word for a she camel's vagina...apparently...

James Atkinson said...

Glad I only got the hump

Colin said...
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Colin said...

LMAO . . . I recall 'mush' (as in mate, not a camel's vagina) from my childhood but have never heard it since.

Perry: Do he camels have vaginas as well. Not being familiar with camel genitalia, I am genuinely ignorant on this score.

Bill said...

Despite all the scare-stories about the dangers of 'leaving the Euro', I'm afraid these are just that, scare stories. I have been involved in a couple of currency changes (admittedly not in countries with horrendous debt situations), but the technical side of it is relatively simple.

If Spaniards, or other nationalities (including the Germans), wish to make the Euro a viable currency in the longer term, then they will have to pool their political and fiscal sovereignty - if they don't wish to do this their currency will never be stable. It is really their choice. That means collecting taxes efficiently, coordinating their social and economic policies and having the whole thing overseen by a controlling [elected] body. Until that happens all the Eurozone countries are just wasting time - in other words the EP (of the Eurozoene countries, not those outside the Eurozone) needs, ultimately, to have the final say, not the Council of Ministers. Do you really think the French, or the Germans (or the Spanish or Italians) are ever going to accept the practical consequences of this?

The latest summit is just another twist in the knife - it is agonising to watch and, if you are unemployed in Greece or Spain or Italy must be agonising to experience (I know, from my own knowledge, how agonising it is for many of my friends in Spain).

Perry said...


The sexual life of a camel, is stranger than anyone thinks.

At the height of the mating season, he tried to bugger the Sphinx.

But the Sphinx's posterior passage, was blocked by the sands of the Nile.

Which accounts for the hump on the camel, and the Sphinx's inscrutable smile.

Colin said...

Thanks, Perry. Great to be reminded of this wonderful piece of verse.

Colin said...

And I've just remembered the tune!

Slight difference - the posterior orifice of the sphinx

Which is quite hard to say/sing.

Colin said...

Thanks, Bill. Isn't that the nub of the problem - everyone can see what needs to be done if they are going to get serious about a stable, single currency but no one can see a democratic route through to the taking of these measures. So, we get an endless Survival Strategy. Clinging to the rockface. Getting excited about not falling, even if you are just standing still.

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