That
old Spanish timetable again . . . It was coming up for 12.30 last
night when we sat down to dinner in a restaurant which specialised in
excellent crab. The trio of diners across the room appeared to have
finished their dinner and were chatting over liqueurs. As they were
still doing when we left at 2. God knows when they allowed the staff
to get to bed.
Talking
of God, he seems to have been busy. The winner of India's Who
Wants to Be a Millionaire, informed us “I never wanted to be a
millionaire. God made me one.” And the Egyptian Coptics tell us it
was God who guided the hand of the blindfolded kid who picked out the
piece of paper with the name of one of the Pope shortlist on it. I'd
have been more convinced about divine intervention if, say, a red
spot had suddenly appeared on the forehead of one of the candidates.
Or if the other two had suddenly dropped dead.
God
doesn't, however, look like He's giving much help to Spain. Here's The Economist with their (rather jaundiced) view of the
current situation.
The
latest edition of The Economist also has an article on the
Jimmy Savile scandal, with particular reference to the role of the
BBC. Which the article describes as “Like the Vatican, just with
more cardinals.”
Richard
and I were talking yesterday about the QR facility which allows you
to get information on your smartphone very quickly. I suggested it
wouldn't be long before we saw them in brothel ads at the back of
Spanish newspapers. Flicking through the Voz de Galicia the
this morning, I realised I was (again) behind the times. Two places
had a QR block in their ads.
I've
been meaning to say that I did take my old microwave oven out to the
communal bins last week. And yes, it was gone by the next morning.
I'm now wondering whether to put my old bike out. After all, I've
hardly used it since I came to Spain.
Finally
. . . Interesting to see that one of the floats at the Samaín
procession in Ferrol last week was Mrs Merkel in a coffin. Is there a
message in there somewhere, I wonder?
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