The
eurozone:
You'll be pleased to hear - well, some of you certainly will - that
I've decided to follow the example of the expert on Egyptian politics
who pronounced:- "I've given up analysis! There's nothing to do
but watch."
Each
walk around Pontevedra throws up more closed shops. But also some new
ones. The place opposite the Post Office which used to be a cake
shop-cum-café has finally re-opened - as an upmarket outlet(Bimba)
for ladies' handbags, scarves, et al. As I've said before, I would
have thought the town had a surfeit of these already. On one of the
paseo
streets, an expensive shoe shop is having a closing-down sale, though
I suspect reductions from 150 to 130 euros may not entice many. I
wonder if the owners are behind the new venture next to Burger
King
called simply Cheap
Shoes.
As
I was buying printer ink today, a young delivery-man entered and
asked the dependiente
two short questions. The second of these was "Which street am I
in?" Simple, but we were all still in shock from the first: -
"Am I in Pontevedra?" I guess his sat-nav was bust but could he possibly have failed to read any of the dozens
of signs on the town's perimeter?
Tonight,
of course, sees the Euros semi-final between Spain and our
neighbours, Portugal. And I'm writing this just before the match
begins, so that I can be sure of having something to post, come what
may. On the subject of the quality of Spanish tiki-taka
football, here's a nice article from Guy Hedgecoe of IberoSphere.
Guy takes a slightly heretical view of things but I certainly know
what he means. And I do like his description of Spain's team as
containing seemingly
countless pixie-like midfielders.
Personally, I see nothing wrong in being pixie-like or undersized.
Talking
of football . . . One British commentator suggested this week that
perhaps the country should give up all aspirations and just accept
that its team would never win anything because it can only ever be
'average'. Yes, but stuffed full of players being paid millions of
pounds a year for this level of performance.
Books:
The situation is really quite ridiculous. My visiting friend, Mike,
travels light with a Kindle. Me? As has alway been my stupid custom,
I'm reading six real books at the same time. These range from the 84
pages of Pedro
Páramo
to the 630 pages of Preston's The
Spanish Holocaust.
My propensity to approach books like this possibly explains why I
don't remember a thing about a book five minutes after I've finished
it. And why my books are full of marginal marks and are dog-eared for
pages I've particularly enjoyed. In theory, this allows me to go back
to bits I've really enjoyed after ten or twenty years. In practice, I
never have. Too busy trying to read another six books at once. BTW -
It's only five books as of this evening. I've finished Pedro
Páramo
and am looking forward to hearing my Dutch friend, Peter, explain why
he rates this as the best novel/novella ever written.
The
region of Andalucía
has received 41 billion euros from the EU since 1986. The tap,
though, ran dry in November last year, when Brussels detected
irregularities in the 2010 accounts. The Commission has
now sent a team to look further into this. At risk are funds of
around 1 billion euros a year. No one in Spain will be very surprised
at this news. Nor will they believe the assurances from the local
government spokesman that the situation has been addressed and that
the tap will soon be re-opened.
Finally
. . . There's an Argentinean Archbishop who's been having it off with
a parishioner for a couple of years. Or, as it's put in newspaper Spanish, he and she have
been in a relación sentimental. Nice. Anyway, the
Catholic Church has agreed to let him go. Which seems like a smart
move to me.
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