Believe
it or believe it not, today was the first time I've googled “colin
pontevedra”. I've forgotten why. But, anyway, after a few
references to my site and my blog, there was a link to “Colin in
Pontevedra looking for a woman”. Naturally, I clicked it and saw
some well-honed tyke called Edgar Bouzas. More interesting was the advert
from someone in the town who's selling a (castrated) horse called 'Colin'. I ask
you
More
seriously, the El
Mundo
correspondent said of the Olympics opening ceremony -
"I think that, despite all their mistakes, it has become clear
that without the UK our lives would not be the same." Which, to
use a very British phrase, is very nice to hear.
Nice-but-Noisy
Toni had some relatives round for lunch today. The first indication
of this was the absence of a parking place for me, even in front of
my own garage. The second was the decibels coming from next door. And
the third was the bloody Yorkshire terrier, put out in the garden, to
bark incessantly. Not for minutes but for hours. Just as I finished
recording its barking so I could play it back at one in the
morning through the bedroom wall, a niece came out and I was able to
ask her to take the dog in. Which she did. Before bringing it out
again. But at least she stayed to play with it and keep it quiet. This, of course, leaves me
with a dilemma around the recording.
I've
often wondered why the Spanish for 'lamb' is 'cordero', as it bears
no relation to the latin 'agnus'. And then today I went to a
spit-roasting fiesta up in the hills and discovered that the Gallego
for 'lamb' is 'año'. Anyway, this is what a spit-roast looks like.
And
this is what a group of pretty young Spanish chicas looks like, when
you ask them to smile.
Finally
. . . Down in Nerja, an over-the-limit Brit left a bar and set off
home, on the wrong side of the road. He then compounded his offence
by knocking a local councillor off her scooter. Click here for more.
If I'm not mistaken the background music is bloody Jingle
Bells.
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