Corruption
is the second greatest concern of the Spanish, after unemployment. President Mariano Rajoy managed to give a press conference this
week - the first (and last) of the year unencumbered by restrictions
- without even mentioning it. Even the right-of-centre El Mundo
found this rather odd. What Rajoy did do was apply negative labels to
the last 2 years but a positive label to 2014. I wouldn't be
surprised if few of his listeners believed him. Of course, the reason
corruption was left as the elephant in the
room is that Rajoy's party is mired in allegations of it, at both
national and regional level. But so is the PSOE opposition party, so
they were possibly quite pleased there was no searchlight shone into
murky corners. Or even promises made of future committees of
investigation. Only Greeks and Italians are corrupt in our world. Oh, and the Turks.
Relatedly
. . . I've sometimes wondered why anyone would want to go into
politics. And then I was reminded last night that you merely have to
keep your job for 7 years in Spain before you're entitled to a full
pension. And you can vote to increase it in line with inflation while
your'e simultaneously reducing pensions for the poorest in the country.
And failing to provide the cash for the disability benefits you
promised before getting back into power. If ever there was a
self-serving profession, it's politics. As well as banking, of course.
Another
lovely Spanish vignette . . . Having, as usual, had my pen stolen by
my younger daughter, I went to the hotel shop to buy a replacement.
The first problem arose when my statement that I needed a pen was
interpreted by the woman as a request to borrow hers. This cleared
up, she got one from a box and then tried to establish its price by
doing various things on the computer and with bar codes. After
several iterations, she told me it was 2 euros. I thought this a tad
expensive for a basic pen but was anxious to get out of the shop
before death
overtook me. So I paid and left. Half an hour later, as I was reading
a newspaper in the lobby, she came over to me and asked me to come back to
the shop at 6, when it re-opened. "I overcharged you a euro,"
She explained. "And I need to give it you back". I was so
pleasantly surprised, I forgot to ask her why she couldn't just give
it me immediately.
Finally
. . . A new English usage for me: rammed.
As in "The place was rammed". It's short for 'rammed
full'. So, 'full'.
And a new English word - muntered.
No idea what it means. But here's someone's definition of munter
- 'An unattractive person, especially a
woman'.
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