The internet:
Undeniably wonderful. But . . . "In open, democratic countries
social media are too easily infiltrated by the unreliable, the
pestilential or the downright insane". Happily, this blog
doesn't suffer from this modern curse.
Walking into town
yesterday midday, I witnessed a minor accident when a cyclist
mounting the pavement right in front of me fell and hit his head
against the iron railings. Fortunately, he was decked out in all the
gear modern cyclists sport, including a helmet. But this wan't enough
and, when I held out my hand to lift him up, he declined it and
preferred to stay laid out on the pavement. So I departed, leaving
him to his colleagues. One of whose bikes, leaning unsecured on the
railings, I could easily have stolen. It struck me.
Which reminds me . . .
It's obligatory for cyclists to wear helmets in Spain but
14 of the cyclists who died last year didn't. Possibly because the
police don't seem to do much - if anything - to enforce cycling laws.
Contrast those in respect of motorists. Whose fines are presumably much
higher. Though they do seem to have stopped scooterists riding round
at 150 decibels, having illegally removed their silencers.
Talking about laws . .
. The EU has decreed that bars and restaurants can't offer olive oil in refillable bottles. This may well be happening in the UK and
elsewhere but news of the law doesn't seem to have reached Spain yet.
Or not this bit anyway.
There are quite a few
folk who write about Spain. Here's a list of them from Lenox of The
Entertainer on Line. He doesn't pull his punches, describing The Bad
Rash as 'left-wing claptrap'. This blog, by the way, says it's about
about 'Catalan independence, Spanish corruption and English perfidy'
but I can't find any evidence of the last mentioned. Modesty prevents
me from citing the blog with the most referrals. Whatever these are.
As I've noted, gin is
extraordinarily popular in Spain. Here's one explanation for this.
My
elder daughter has persuaded me to buy a tube of face cream. It
helped that it was only €2.50. So, I'm applying it to only half my
face and, in 3 months' time, will defy her to tell me which.
Another lovely sunny day, another splendid dawn:
Penultimately . . . Just in
case you're interested, here's one prediction on the Greek crisis:
The eurozone as we know it will not survive – but there will be a
propaganda campaign of Soviet proportions to persuade us that it has.
The Greek elections will see the irresistible force of national
popular will – the Left-wing anti-austerity party Syriza – in
direct collision with the immovable object of the central authority
of the EU. But the EU promotional machine is already spraying foam
over the crash site in the form of assurances that Greece’s
spectacular flameout will not damage the rest of the economies in
Europe, the renegade country having been safely sealed up in an
airtight container. Even if this is true and the immediate economic
impact of Greece leaving the eurozone is manageable, the political
consequences for the EU will be potentially catastrophic. If Greece
restored the drachma in some reincarnated, devalued form, and then
benefited from a huge increase in tourism and investment, the
electorates of Spain and Italy, with their shocking levels of
unemployment, would surely demand similar possibilities. Even if
Greece does not manage a rapid economic recovery, the glorious
prospect of restoring democratic accountability to its national
government will be an incitement to restive dissident voices in the
rest of southern Europe. Then again, the EU may see this coming and
do some five-minutes-to-midnight deal with a Syriza government to
keep Greece in the euro but in some sort of looser second-order
relationship, thus establishing the principle of two-tier euro
membership for which the peoples of many states – maybe even
Germany – would begin to clamour. That will be the end of any
prospect of true monetary and political union and a first step toward
the effective dismantling of the eurozone – but nobody will admit
it.
Finally . . . The final
bit of the 1942 Guide for Yanks in Limeyland:
SOME IMPORTANT DO'S
AND DON'TS.
Don't make fun of
British speech or accents. You sound just as funny to them but they
will be too polite to show it.
Avoid comments on the
British Government or politics. Don't try to tell the British that
America won the last war or make wisecracks about war debts or about
British defeats in this war.
NEVER criticize the
King or Queen.
Don't criticize the
food, beer, or cigarettes to the British. Remember they have been at
war since 1939.
Use common sense on all
occasions. By your conduct you have great power to bring about a
better understanding between the two countries after the war is over.
You will soon find
yourself among a kindly, quiet, hard-working people who have been
living under a strain such as few people in the world have ever
known. In your dealings with them, let this be your slogan:
It is impolite to
criticize your hosts; It is militarily stupid to criticize your
allies.
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