For reasons given
below, I don't plan to spend much time in the house this morning. So
this might be a short post. . .
And rather than go into
them in detail, here and here are articles on Spanish stats, absolute
and relative. Enjoy. I might just come back to them. Meanwhile . . .
Do they justify the view that Spain is no longer as 'different' as it
was and is catching up fast? And . . . If so, is this really a good
thing?
One thing I've noticed
about all Spanish politicians accused of corruption or even
on trial for it - they never look nervous or worried when they appear
on TV to deny everything. Innocence? Good TV training? Or just a
justifiable confidence that, whatever happens, they'll soon be able
to spend whatever they've stashed in Andorra, Luxembourg,
Liechtenstein or Switzerland?
I think I've mentioned I wasn't too taken by the gathering of opportunist politicians
in Paris after the Charlie Hebdo murders, especially as some of them
presided over repressive regimes, Or, even worse, Saudi Arabia. I'm
even less impressed now that I've read they weren't in the main
procession but, 'for security reasons, in a side street, surrounded
by minions. But what should one expect?
Spanish vocab: The word
for 'compost' in my dictionary is abono orgánico. But this seems to
have been displaced by the English word. Perhaps simply because it's
shorter. But, if this is true, much of Spanish is destined to
disappear.
Shops continue to close
in Pontevedra, sometimes to be matched by the opening of another one
not far away supplying the same stuff. Often, though, they're
replaced - in the centre at least - by snazzy new dental surgeries or
'health centres'. How many of these can the city support? And does
this really matter, if you're just washing cash?
Finally . . .
REASONS FOR BREVITY
1. It's better. Says Alfie Mittington
2. My noise problem next
door reached its apogee yesterday, when the guy who's been working
there for months, drilled and hammered from 3 until 7.30pm, depriving
me of my siesta. And he started up again at 9 this morning, the
equivalent of 7am in Spain. If this continues, I might be driven to
extreme lengths. So, if this blog suddenly stops, I'll most likely be
behind bars. Or 'between bars' (entre rejas) as they say in Spanish.
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