Monthly Archives: October 2007

Clothes and semiotics

I’ve been thinking a bit more about the Spanish and their clothes. I do that quite a lot…. have you noticed? Anyway, I’m a bit freaked out by the fact that everyone dresses the same; maybe it’s simply that the … Continue reading

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Obnoxious Fat Kids

I once witnessed an obnoxious fat kid verbally abusing a cashier on board a ferry. The cashier sat in his little glass cubicle and gritted his teeth whilst the teenager shouted as many variants on the theme of ‘fucking slimy … Continue reading

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Life imitates Art

Driving along the coast road of Cantabria our journey twists and turns and swoops along the folded rock and hills. Occasionally we glimpse the mountains of the Picos in the distance.The ordinary houses that we pass share common features of … Continue reading

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Lavatorial graffitti

The loos in Spain are mostly tiled (like everywhere else really). I guess this must defeat most loo-based essayists because I haven’t seen much of anything written on the walls. The few bits I have seen are almost exclusively devoted … Continue reading

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Hungry

Even more hampered by language in Spain than I am in France, I have struggled to order even basic stuff here. Sitting in a bar in San Vicente I noticed a family on the next table sharing a plate of … Continue reading

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Scarves are de rigeur

They’re all wearing smart/casual clothes or semi-ethnic beach wear. Sweaters tied stylishly around their shoulders is a common feature. There’s a creeping sense of uniformity about it and I’m starting to feel as if I’ve walked into the middle of … Continue reading

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San Vicente, Cantabrica

I’m dressed in a shirt with frayed cuffs again in a country where even the tiniest of tots is dressed immaculately in pressed clothes. However I no longer despair at the pitying (or incomprehending) glances that I draw. I yam … Continue reading

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