I read somewhere today that, if your kids don't call you, you've done a great job. Hmm.
The
Faro de Vigo today ran an article on the French magazine
publishing fotos of Katherine Middleton, or Catarina as the
paper called her. Above the article was a foto of the mag's front
page and, in a corner of this, was a poor-resolution smaller foto,
labelled Detail. It was, of course, a blow-up of
Katherine's breasts and nipples. Totally gratuitous.
Another
picture in the paper also caught my eye. It accompanied a tragic
story of four deaths on the region's roads on Thursday. The paper
almost certainly had the choice of several fotos but the one it went
with featured bright red blood, splayed across the road. As they
always will here. It reminded me of the foto of the corpse of the
American ambassador to Libya I saw a few days ago, as it was being
handed down from one group to another.
And
on this Muslim rioting, here's an article I liked. As the author
said, One
can't help but feel that the world would be a better place if the
rioters could somehow learn to see the funny side of offensive
material – and stop dishing it out themselves. True,
of course, but I fancy it could be a hundred years or more before
this happens.
Talking
of newspapers, this is surely another area for cuts. Here in Galicia
alone – pop. 3m - we have, I think, 14 DAILY newspapers, all giving
local, national and international news. No one really knows if and
how they're viable. But, if they are, it'll in part be because the
regional government – the Xunta – subsidises them in one way or
another. There are, for example, large Xunta PR ads in both the paper
and the on-line editions of the dailies. Then there are the 'ghost
subscriptions'. And probably a few other ways of doing it as well.
The
latest development with Chirpme is that I'm getting messages
from women all over Spain. When I try to get to get to the page where
I can stop this nonsense, I get a large array of woman said to
live close to Pontevedra. Which I didn't think was true for the
Canary Islands. Or Madrid, Malaga or Valencia, for that matter.
Anyway, elsewhere I came upon this related article on the
de-friending of folk on Facebook.
Talking
of desperate women . . . The city of Valencia has opened a school for prostitutes. This may be a first for the world and, if so, it's
rather fitting it should happen here in Spain. Where numbers are
very disproportionate.
Another
new Spanish word – El nick. This is the name you give
yourselves when you join anything on the internet. With obvious
origins.
Finally
. . . A few pix.
My
friend-in-fish, Jon, went to the north coast on Thursday and brought
back a kilo or two of cigalas. Which are either Dublin Bay prawn or Norwegian lobsters, as you prefer. Here they are, immediately before eating.
And
here's a foto of a shop I featured a while ago, because it had the
funny name of Go Home. Well, it seems that everyone has.
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