From the series: "On Thursday, paella"
Leo has been dead a certain Alejandro Finisterre (a nickname, apparently), Lord of life by chance, perhaps a fascinating biography, but whose most striking feature is that of having invented football. Well, it is also said to be the precursor of plane hijackings (I've already said that his biography is Asaz movidito), but what interests and purposes is the football.
My seven or eight faithful already know how bad I think (and talk) of football but the football is not football (even if disguised with its forms) is ... otherwise, another social phenomenon ... another roll, come on.
My dabbling with the artifact began as a child when there in Sama de Langreo, my uncle Pepe Luis, in closing up shop at noon, we had to winch (Camporro unforgettable, and sadly deceased to piquetazos) to my brother and me to take some cider and culinos chewing canned mussels I remember delicious. At that time the yard was not the work of such mariconada and nothing happened to give a [short] cider bum some ten year olds, today almost off better sales if you get caught putting a sticky bomb a lieutenant colonel if you hunt giving a [short] sip your fourteen year old daughter. As I was saying: the culinos everyday, often accompanied by a little game of football, My brother and I on one side and my uncle on the other, my uncle had been a professional football player in the ancient (second division at the time), but their lead did not come from there but the fact was, of course , greater than ourselves. Nevertheless, sometimes my brother and I were in vein and I did sweat shirt. I do not remember if we ever even win, but it is not important. The truth is that we learned a lot and we make up some volleys a certain level.
's degree in elementary age (which today would be the first courses that thing, the ESO) was close to home and shared a few footballs to the surface, middle, with pinball machines, those from the peseta, with dumpers nearly coaxial and placed in the bottom center of the machine. Places were taken by unwise for our prudish parents and if our presence came to be detected and reported could be subject to severe repression. But this did not affect the frequency of our visits we confer an enormous ability, so far as to spend an entire afternoon with a single peseta. And without cheating, because there was also a trick with a wire cap allowed to play. Of course, with such technology, the beloved football waned and supposed spiritual reserve was held barely a few stalwarts foolproof. I think the Linux environment that spirit has drunk futbolinero wildly, at least, keep both a similar charm.
cotidianización With a million machines and the subsequent boredom, who returned to football as the top high school, he witnessed, along with our pellets, our first Celtic , our first exclamations macho at some magazines aunts black and white "Playboy " arrived (illegal, of course) a little later, and our first blasphemy when we got Pep bastard chopping the ball goal.
Accessing college we went a little turkey and we became finolis, also aunts were not for the football and the two or three that would be far more worth-so we went back to leave the cabinet. No longer recover. I, at least, and not recovered, if not being on occasion been sporadic. The daily quoted the football or in shillings gone forever. Is life.
As it is that people will die, despite which I regret the death of Finisterre, benefactor of humanity, friend of children and mastermind of the greatest moments tramp (that is, the more fun) of my childhood and adolescent life.
A veteran drink in his honor and memory: glubs.
The former councilor cap of the Generalitat in version 1.0 of the Tripartite (Josep Bargalló, ERC) angry in the textile sector with its stubborn sincorbatismo. He was a man of the throat to the wind and not get their noses out of the noose around his neck. There is no evidence, however, to force anyone to go without a tie, dress him merely as I felt like it and let others do the same.
Version 2.0 of the Tripartite has another Councillor the same party, Joan Puigcercós, Governació that of a buff tie. But it seems, is not limited to use but imposes use to others, at least to the senior members of his department, relying on the old cagarela a good image to be given and who knows what else. I do not know where it is written, and in any case, by what authority-that the good image is based on the tie, as if women did not have a thousand different ways to be elegant without needing a gadget specifically for this, but anyway ... Not very surprising: politicians often function as those new rich that despite drooling with desire for a plate of sardines, are careful to eat nothing but lobster because desmerecería pageantry because of their social position, so that now I'm up, I want everyone to go with a tie for this to have a tone, and appearance and do not like when we were in opposition Scoundrels unredeemed.
In conclusion, what you get, even if they say the school acrobats protocol, is a sense of collective scrotumtightening ridiculous, with everyone going in uniform, as in the military (So \u200b\u200bhated and reviled precisely because the party of the gentleman who now requires uniformity.)
I always found it funny, well, maybe not so-so intolerant and fascists who become many of the tie. I do not know a single sincorbatista pretending that everyone will like him who wants to take her to wear a tie (like non-itchy scabies) and no, I do not carry. But as soon as you receive one of the noose, in eight out of ten cases and we're screwed. As if, on the other hand, there could be a complete ass of EUR 800 costumes and a lump in the neck ... I have me a list of those that long.
Touching balls forcing people to dress a certain way seems to sport. Man, there are a minimum, of course: the rigorous hygiene and, maybe (just maybe), to avoid what flatly outlandish, but that last one is also an elastic concept, and in any case, neither adds to nor detracts from the professional who has a value . In addition, there everyone. A colleague of mine from work, in summer, some days came by the office with these horrible pants called pirates and sandals, man, I would not do (my simple, non-transferable personal choice), but save me san iGNUcio of blame, let alone to treat it in a derogatory or inappropriate for this reason. That view as he pleases.
not so many years ago when the ICT bubble swelled into a gallop, all dirt from the hair gel and tie moved by the changed technological environment look to look more cool and that's got everybody with matted hair, jeans and shirts, sometimes even with Debian famous black shirts worn by slobs who could not know it yet-not-distinguish a Red Hat from a disk of Lucho Gatica. When the bubble petó again all the greasy hair and the noose. What habit of going in uniform God, how tacky ...
And finally, what of the image. First, it is always relative, but in the second and final term in the case of a public service to the citizen cares about the tie or three peppers sincorbatismo of senior officials and what they want from them is another thing ... which also hardly ever gets: reliability and efficiency. I had a service manager who insisted (and did) that his unit had an ISO 9000 certification, for which he spent a kick-scrotumtightening of much needed money for other things public. That service was pure and simple management. I always found it funny the thing: if the service operated and the citizen was satisfied, the buzzword of the ISO pattern in the offices and print it was importing a cagallón, if, on the contrary, the citizen felt bad bitched and served with that effort, the buzzword was going to look further a mockery.
same, to him just what that tie.
is here again on Carnival. The tradition of Carnival responds to a sort of farewell to the wealth and Epicureanism (who may or may bring life Epicurean), immediately before entering the austere severity of Lent, you know: fasting, abstinence, penance, the scourge of meat and bird in the cage.
I've never celebrated Carnival. Small-very small-perhaps amused me wear a mask, but things were not allowed to well more than the children, the rest was strictly forbidden by the episcopal order strictly fulfilled the carabiners grays. Spain was very pious, gentlemen, little joke.
When he died the Conqueror Paco, they returned the carnival through the streets. At the time of the mid and late 70's I thought it was like taking the belly of vapidity such sentences, because force is to recognize that the Franco regime, in addition of all besides, it was as exciting as watching an oyster bed. But frankly, I never saw him grace nor the undoubted cultural foundation he probably is the fact disguised as a nun with fake tits cubic meter, and also, look, I'm that old Carcass and has made me grace never wagging triggered mariconeo of feathers. In any case, I thought that after a few years, the waters would return to normal and Carnival would be a thing of children, Cadiz and Tenerife.
But no. Damn, and how seriously they take. And that's what I wonder: what if nobody Carnival makes no fucking case Lent? If Carnival all year round!
fact, one of the problems of civic mindedness that we most serious (and well hidden, invisible or impercibido) is a huge scam that we are getting well concealed in the folds of tinsel of binge-steady state rather salchichera tacky and, well, that we impose one week itself and the next too. When Carnival is not fair and if not, festival, and in the middle, in case long ago, a few courses (come on, all in shorts and running, you will see what a laugh!), Air shows, mega-party , musical fireworks (that of the explosions and bright colors going to many more than a fool a pencil, and you see what else), major arteries of riding crowded with Brazilian doing the donkey and, if they become bored little minutes to cover, is the football, any cantachifle decides to tour, a world congress of doves rapist or a statement by Teddy Bautista.
The point is not to stop the show, lest people stop us to think and realize what puteada that is, how much and very impunity that will take the hair and how easy that they would get to cut stones from sunrise to sunset.
And speaking of festivals, entertainment and, above all, crap, damn, yesterday was St. Tantontín. Oh, sorry: Valentine. The days of cheesy, the mascamargaritas and, finally, the extreme bullshit to health, as always, the shift cortinglés . Today I hate you more than yesterday and tomorrow but grab a 12/70 machine you'll see what ass without thinking twice ...
St. Valentine was a Christian bishop who was engaged to marry partners of their sect contrary to the rules prohibiting non-wedding and official rites (which was not obviously the the saint in question.) San Tan .. Valentine was there in the act and, consequently, it settled as usual and mortality at the time. Praise God.
This leads to what is supposed to be held yesterday. That is, yesterday, Valentine's Day was held ... That were charged to the cure! Symptomatic
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and it lasted, in the odor of hair, this February 15, this month so stupid and dull as their celebrations, we will still put up another Thursday, 22, in which Fortunately, not held nothing. What is not celebrated anything he said? Collons : Leonor is holy!
Well, I say nothing except in the presence of my lawyer, who then loads the devil.
Until then, dear all, remember that it is "the nuisance" and follows Internet users with some things written TV this your servant.
who lives will see.
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