I
turned up more pix of the ladies who besported themselves at Aintree
on Thursday. Some of these were quite elegant and the rest, well, weren't.
And that's just those who stayed vertical. 'Elegance' isn't the word
that springs to mind for the quintet who were primarily interested in
showing off their knickers. At least I can now understand why
undergarments are also known as 'briefs'. These 5 turned out to be
actresses from a Welsh soap opera called (what else?) The Valleys.
Anyway, you can see these and many more here. Concentrate on those
labelled One or Two Days Ago,
The
Aintree course is, of course, located in Liverpool, about which an
interesting fact (or myth) re-emerged this week. Namely that Adolf
Hitler spent some time in the city in 1923 and patronised a
well-known pub – The Poste House. You can read about it here
and make up your own mind.
A
Spanish vignette. When I was getting my stuff out of the car at 2am
this morning, a car stopped and out stepped one of my neighbour
Ester's friends and greeted me like a long-lost relative. Which
occasioned mixed emotions in me – pleasure at the affection shown
and embarrassment that I couldn't remember her name. Or not until
she'd driven off at least.
Just
what the Spanish royal family needed. As affection for it plummets,
new concerns are raised by the imminence of a biography of the Crown
Prince's wife, Letizia, a commoner with a colourful career. At least
before she joined the royals. Read more here. As someone has said,
the fall in popularity of the royal family finally marks the end of
Spain's Transition – from dictatorship to democracy.
An
El País article threw up the word escrache today but
no one around me in the bar could give me a translation. And neither
could the online dictionary I use. It turns out to Argentinean in
origin and to mean a group which stands outside the house of a
politician and protests. In some way or other, it's said to be
derived from the English word 'scratch'. In Spain it's become
associated with people who protest about the vicious evictions which take
place here when someone defaults on a mortgage obligation.
Finally
. . . I was pleased to see my wi-fi was still functioning when I got back
last night but not impressed to find the download speed was a mere
68kbps, against the 'up to 6 megabytes' promised in my contract.
Things were no better today so a call was made to Telefónica.
Eventually it rose to 1001kbps or 1 mega. Still poor but as good as I've
ever had. So, musn't grumble.
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