Talking
of politicians . . . TfG's Brown Nose Award of the Year goes
to the General Secretary of the PP party, María Dolores Cospedal.
"President Aznar", she says "was a great president.
But Mariano Rajoy is an even better one". One wonders just how
few people share that belief. Not counting Sr Aznar.
There
was a human-chain protest on our bridge into town last Saturday,
against the closure of the traffic lane from Pontevedra to Poio, the
birthplace of Christopher Columbus. Those attending - and annoying
drivers - were shop owners from the Pontevedra side and residents
from the Poio side. The former are upset about the loss of business
and the latter are annoyed that the local council has opened up an
unplanned rat-run, subjecting them to an endless stream of traffic
which can't use the main road. The Poio council (run by the Galician
Nationalist party) has dismissed the protest as a political stunt got
up by the right-of-centre PP party but even a fool could see that the
protesters have a good case. The availability of the rat-run means
that the partial closure of the bridge makes no sense at all.
However, the organisers have appealed to the politicians for 'common
sense', so we can surely expect the closure to stay in place.
The
Gibraltar imbroglio took a step towards possible resolution recently,
when the Spanish and British governments agreed to take into account
the 'legitimate concerns of the Gibraltar people'. Trouble is, of
course, the Spanish government doesn't regard 'self-determination' as
a legitimate matter, any more than it does for Kosovo, Scotland and
- closer to home - Cataluña, Ceuta, Melilla and all the little
islands it owns off the Moroccan coast. And if, for example on
Perejil Island, the goats get a little uppity, it's prepared to send
in the military to demonstrate this. Even if it does mean making fool
of itself.
The
Spanish expression for 'Indian summer' is verano de San Martín.
Don't know why. But I do know that 'Indian' doesn't refer to
the populace of India but to what used to be called 'Red Indians'.
Who move up and down mountains to extend the warmer seasons. Next
week - Lukewarm.
Finally
. . . We had a bizarre scene outside my regular bar yesterday, with
me trying to decapitate pigeons with the edge of a laminated menu and
a grandmother, mother and daughter at the next table all feeding
their bloody colleagues. I continue my search for something smaller than an
electric cattle prod. Surely someone has invented a pigeon/seagull
prod. One that doesn't kill them - unless you get lucky - but which
keeps them away for a while. I live in hope.
Finally, finally . . . Has anyone cracked what the Hell Google+ is?
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