So,
they think they've found the grave of Richard the Third. Or Richard
One Hundred and Eleven, as I once heard him called. Incredibly,
they'll now do DNA analysis using a sample from someone thought to be
a direct descendant of this much maligned (especially by Shakespeare)
king. If so, his hump will disappear from the mythology, to be
replaced by a bit of scoliosis. Which left R3 with one shoulder a
little higher than the other, rather than a hump the size of
Gibraltar sported by Larry Olivier in the celebrated eponymous film.
All in all, a fabulous development, posing the question – If it is
R3, will he be re-buried in Westminster Abbey? Not that he cares.
A
couple more cost-saving measures that are unlikely to be carried
out:-
- Close down all the local TV stations
- Amalgamate all the regional savings banks across borders and convert the resulting institutions into real banks.
Yet
again the weather in Galicia is traduced, this time by the bloody
Financial
Times:- The drama of
contemporary Spain can be told as a tale of two men from rain-swept
Galicia on the Atlantic coast. Stage right is Mariano Rajoy, prime
minister, who is struggling to spare Spain the indignity of
requesting a financial rescue from its European allies. Stage left is
Amancio Ortega, founder of the successful Inditex(Zara) fashion
group, whose fortune – comfortably in excess of €30bn – makes
him Europe’s wealthiest man. I
think TurGalicia
should sue them for defamation. We could do with more publicity to
follow up the great shots of the Galician coast during the Tour
de Espagne.
Reader
Perry has followed up my recent mention of DIY burials by tracking
down more info on the subject. Contrary
to popular belief
– says one site - it
is not a legal requirement that a coffin or casket be used to house a
dead body. The only legal stipulation is that 'It is an offence to
expose a dead body near a public highway as this would outrage public
decency'. I
found this interesting but not as much as the assertion that
In
some traditions, for example that practiced by the Spanish royal
family, the soft tissues are permitted to rot over a period of
decades, after which the bones are entombed. Lovely Letizia has so little flesh on her bones, this process would only take a couple of months in her case.
Someone
who's befriended me on Facebook seems to have locked me into yet
another social network called Chirpme.
I guess this a play on the word twitter.
I'm not sure what the site purports to do but, as it keeps telling me
my popularity is 'Very Low', I'd like someone to tell me how to get out of
the bloody thing.
I
listened to a podcast today which featured responses famous folk had
made to members of Joe Public who'd written to them. One of the former
was the English actor and comedian, Kenneth Williams. Regarded as
difficult and tetchy, he had continued a correspondence with a
teenager over several years. Which rather interested me as he'd once
taken the trouble to send me a four-page handwritten response to a
sketch I'd mailed him during my final year in university. Sadly, it was
lost in a fire a few years later. Along with all the fotos of my year
in the Seychelles.
I
had a delightful dinner last night with four of the teachers I used
to 'teach' plus a lawyer. It's pure coincidence they were all
women. The bag on the floor contains my owl. Who could be male.
Well, I got my new car today by the skin of its paintwork. The
insurance company was due to close at 7 and at 5 to,
documents were being faxed back and forth. All's well that ends well,
as they say. When it does.
Finally . . . A sight you'd never see in the UK - a shop full of knives of every description. But I've seen even more sharp metal in Toledo shops, including battle-axes, swords and lances. Apparently this doesn't impact on crime here in Spain the way British legislators believe it would in the UK.
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