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Saturday, March 29, 2014


It seems to be an iron rule that receptionists in all the hotels in England's major cities are foreign. I have no problem with this but I do wonder what factors have contributed to it. Is it really a job that Brits will no longer do? Possibly because of 'anti-social' hours.

Which reminds me . . . I like this comment in one of yesterday's papers:- We must not confuse diversity, which is good and enriching, with multiculturalism, a blind liberal creed that maintains all cultures are equally valuable. You and I might readily agree that not all cultures are equal but it's been a doctrine of faith in the UK over the last 30 years of so that they are. Happily, it appears to be dying, one sign of this being the first ever prosecution of doctors for practising female genital mutilation. On the national health service, would you believe.

I stopped in a Bristol café yesterday morning, while waiting for my daughter to join me on my drive further North. I ordered an Americano and was surprised to be asked whether I wanted milk with it. "By definition, no" I replied but, when it was finally brought to my table close to 10 minutes later, the barista/waiter asked me if I'd wanted it black or white. In contrast, I have to add, the woman on my left got her order in about 3 minutes. But, then, the woman on my right had to re-order her non-appearing toast. So, if I were to post a review about the service on the net, I'd have to say it was 'spotty', at best. But the male barista did take time out to give me directions to the Brunel museum. Sort of

BTW - There was a can of sugar on the table. Or, rather, a pile of the stuff in an old treacle tin. Given the antipathy to this foodstuff these days, I decided it needs the label The Devil's Grain. You heard it here first.

Back in Spain . . . There's a huge (and ugly) hotel built right on the beach in a national park down South. It's totemic of the coastal destruction in which Spain has long indulged in rampant pursuit of the tourist euro.Its completion or demolition has been bouncing around Spanish courts - including the national Constitutional court - for over 10 years. It's been condemned several times but, to general astonishment, the Andalucian Supreme Court has just pronounced it legal. But there are higher courts and this show will continue to run, taking with it Spain's reputation for being or not being un estado de derecho.

I am of the school that has it that Russia will be the long term loser from its Crimean adventure. Here's our Ambrose to explain why.

Finally . . . Here's an exhortation from a troll who doesn't seem to read this blog often enough to know my name or exactly where I live. Or that I enjoy living in Galicia: If you hate Galicia and it's[sic] culture so much why don't you fuck you and your family back to your shithole called Britain? Have the balls and tell the people your real name and where exactly do you live in Pontevedra. Despite demanding my (well-known) identity, he/she opts for anonymity. Nature of the beast.

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