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el inglés loco  álbum de recortes Carnaval 2001 |
(Stick your cursor over the pictures for occasionally helpful descriptions) |
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the big parade 25/2/1 |
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Yes, I know the pics aren't very good and the
page is scrappy but it was dark, I'd been drinking and it's still
Carnaval and I'm still drinking. Okay?
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Yes, it's a kitchen range - people will dress up as anything
- most outrageous was a pair of carpet slippers - no, I don't mean somebody wearing
only slippers, I mean two people dressed as carpet slippers. |
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the best I could do with the fireworks at the castle |
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Soy inglés, pero vivo en la Viña
¿Como la plata? - ¡no has visto mi cucina!
Primera vez, la ciudad me encantado,
Pronto lo supe — mi corazón e' gaditano.
En Inglaterra aprendí 'pañol muy bueno
Pero aquí se volvió — co' un mal sueño!
Mi ca'tellano 'tuvo bien, pero ¡lo siento!
¿Qué diablos le pasa a tu acento?
¿Perdoneme? Es difícil captar sentidos,
E' tan rapido, y tu come' los sonidos
En las tiendas nunca se que 'toy comprando
Y la gente se ríe con mi fallando.
Dondequiera voy, 'cucho la alegría
¡Estoy seguro que saben que yo quería!
No soy un burro, y no soy una cabra
Solo inglés y no entiendo una palabra ...
And an English version:
I am English, but I live here in la Viña.
Clean as the silver?! My kitchen you ain't seen, yeah?
When I first came here, the old city worked its magic,
And I soon knew — my heart belongs to Cádiz.
Back home in London, I had learned a bit of Spanish —
When I got here all that knowledge seemed to vanish!
I thought my grasp of Castellano was quite decent
But what the hell is going on here with your accent?!
Though I know we shouldn't let such things upset us,
They speak so quickly — and they swallow half the letters.
In shops and bars I never quite know what I'm buying,
But the locals seem amused to see me trying
Everywhere I go I hear their jolly laughter
Though I'm sure the buggers know just what I'm after!
I'm not a 'donkey', and I'm not a 'silly bird',
I'm simply English —and don't understand … a bloody word!
With all these groups singing their satirical songs, especially when they move from traditional tanguillos to recent pop hits for their tunes, it gives the impression, at least to an inglés of a certain age, of a culture that was once taken over by Lance Perceval and the Barron Knights and has never quite recovered.
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2nd Prize: Atletico Agujeta (the worst team in the world)
Delicacy forbids a translation but it basically implies the radiation from
HMS Tireless in Gibraltar is mutating all the seafood to giant size.
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1st prize Tampax Goyescas
Sample Cuplet: What a Blow TV Gave our People
Que pelotazo ha dado en televisión uno de nuestros paisanos
Reconozco que yo no soy mu' sensible pa' estas cuestiones
This is about Ismael, the Gaditano who won Spain's version of "Big Brother"
(incidentally, did you realise that Dai Lo is Big Brother in some Chinese Dialects?).
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 Roman quartet in la Viña |
My singable plea for international harmony:
We think that you're all lazy |
 "the mad cows" |
| and so to Thursday night (1/3/1) A friend from Germany expressed surprise that the celebrations went on beyond Shrove Tuesday. —Are they not Catholics? she asked. —Yes, I replied, but they are also Andalucians .... Party on, dudes! Note to the British: This beats the the shit out of pancakes! Most of the world's Carnivals have a King and Queen, right?Not us, matey! We have a goddess and her nymphs. Right on! Here's last year's goddess,
Lola (L-O-L-A: Lola), saying thank you for a wonderful year
and this year's, Alicia, expressing her hopes for world peace and owning her own
hairdressing salon someday |
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It rained a lot on Friday But we didn't let that stop us. Well, it might have stopped the Carousel of Choirs, I didn't venture far enough from Jose's bar to check. That's Oscar Barrios in the bar with me (if anybody is looking for a wine fermentation expert, he's your man and he's available) and the grinning girlies are all from Chicago and studying in Seville. Apart from them and the waiter at Criollo, I don't know any of these people. Come quickly! Bring Pizza! |
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