Unemployment
in Spain has been falling for several months but is still around 22%,
and more than twice as high for young people. One reason is that the
last government felt it imperative to take on another 30,000 civil
servants during La Crisis. Taking the total up to 2.5 million
of the hardworking creatures.
Against that, 471 jobs have been
lost at a cigarette factory in Logroño, closed by its Anglo owners.
For one reason and another, smoking is a dying habit – ain't that
the truth! – though I've yet to notice this among the young women
of Pontevedra. Who treat ciggies as an effective appetite
suppressant.
This
week it's been revealed - yet again – that half of the EU vast
subventions are uncontrolled and mis-spent. Right on cue comes a
report of yet another huge fraud in southern Spain, involving
disappearing funds of €20-25m. The police are said to looking to
prosecute at least 35 employees of a desalination company operating
under the aegis of the Ministry of Agriculture. And the president of
a construction company. Plus
ça change . . .
Just in
case you live in a cave, this is the Daily Telegraph's list of the 17
things you really shouldn't do on a plane:-
- Go bare foot
- Ask your neighbour if you can finish their food
- Change nappies/diapers on a seat
- Use ineffective headphones
- Sniff
- Put your feet up through the gap in the seats
- Hog the armrest
- Stand up as soon as the seatbelt sign is turned off after landing
- Make small talk with your fellow passengers when they're clearly reading, sleeping or listening to music
- Spend half the flight stood in the aisle chatting with your friend sat elsewhere
- Get lairy/drunk
- Constantly get up and down
- Use the seat in front to pull yourself up
- Complain about lack of space on a budget airline
- Recline your seat
- Pee on the carpet
- Run past people to get to passport control.
Finally .
. . These are a couple of fotos of Phase 1 of the weekly Bin Battle
between my daughter's neighbours, Messrs A and B.
Mr A has put his 3
bins, as far as he's concerned, in the required position of on the
pavement next to the road. Mr B considers this part of his drive and, after
they've been emptied, moves them so they block the drive to the two
houses at the back of the foto. One of which is Mr A's and the other
is that of my daughter and her husband. Sadly. I got back too late
yesterday to be able to snap the bins in their blocking position.
Both Mr A and Mr B are relatively young and live alone. Which
possibly tells you something.
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