You may have missed the media reports but the Celtic Nautical Games are being held along our coast this week. Participants include Wales, Ireland, Galicia, Brittany, North Portugal and those international maritime giants, Cornwall and the Isle of Man. In addition, invitations have been extended to honorary Celts from Cantabria, the Basque country and the Canary Islands. The big event, apparently, is Painting Your Face Red And Swimming Away from Italians Pretending to be Murderous Invading Romans.

Sipping my coffee in town this morning, I was passed by a young lady whose rear – ample by Pontevedra standards – had the word GLADLY emblazoned on it in large letters. One can’t help wondering why.

Typical Spanish evening at my house tonight. The people who said they wanted to be there by 7.30 arrived at 8.30; the people who assured me they'd be there by 8.30 [because the others were arriving at 7.30] arrived at 9.40; and the additional guest whom the first people asked me if they could bring decided that she was happier staying on the beach and never arrived at all. Also typically Spanish in that, despite everything, we had a great evening. No way to run a business but a great way to run a country.

FilmWatch: Or Lost in Translation
The Naked Spur -> Colorado Jim