I’ve got a lovely bunch of glasses

Last night we went out to a place called El Palacio de las Vacas, or something similar, and while it rained buckets and we discovered they don´t serve alcohol and they played the Beatles in the background. I´d already drank my own weight in coffee before going out and had another cafe de olla while we were there and was spouting off half remembered Beatles anecdotes. One, how Paul McCartney dreamt the tune to Yesterday and then woke up and thinking he must have heard it somewhere else. Anyway, i googled a bit more today and it turns out (according to the internet…) that the words he heard in his dream were:

Scrambled Eggs,
Oh my baby, how I love your legs.

Which is a much better lyric, if you ask me, and something I will always hear in my head when that song is playing. Then I can´t remember if I read this in Q or something, but someone was asked why they preferred Lennon to McCartney and their answer: When John wrote a song about his childhood he wrote Strawberry Fields Forever. Paul wrote Penny Lane.

Exactly. George was my favourite mind.

The trick is to put so much sugar on, you can’t taste the 4 different sources of saturated fats…

G’night all…

This map (created by a generator thing) show all the countries I’ve passed through. Sita’s would probably have a lot more red. I passed up the chance to go with her to Morocco one weekend, Italy another. And I never went to Portugal that time because I had to work… Still it’s quality, not quantity, no?

Today we’re off to Tequila again, their festival finishes tomorrow. I want to be here in Gwod tomorrow because it’s The Virgin of Guadalupe’s saint day and there are various processions and other photo ops going on. Also it’s Sally and Martin’s 35th wedding anniversary- Many congratulations and best wishes. Traditionally coral or jade, apparently.

And here’s the US states I’ve been to: Basically, Massachusetts and California and everywhere in between. Also if the American Sociological Association held an annual conference in a state in the last 5 years, that’ll be there too. Now all that remains is a map of Somerset where you select the postcodes you’ve been to and it tells you what percentage remains to be seen. Minus Bridgwater. And maybe Chard. I’m not sure about North Petherton neither, last time I passed through someone had scrawled Royston Vasey over the name of the place on the ‘welcome and please drive slowly’ sign.

And while I’m here, there’s some new photos from Friday on Flickr that include the world’s biggest coffee, autostitched terracing, dancing (not me, obviously), and what is currently the only picture on Flickr tagged “Otorrinolaringologos”. Echate un vistazo aqui, guey

Just going through my early morning RSS feeds, the following stood out from boingboing and TCAL x 2 respectively:

and Hitler Cats and Peugeot Parking Game

See review two posts down then click for a review from a Scottish farmer here: Private Eye