11th April 08:01
Rajoy and Pique hold meeting with Catalan "businessmen" to try and
persuade them that the Republican Left (sic) are bad news. Someone
said the obvious: "who cares what we think?" (Rajoy will be the next
Spanish PM and a disaster.) Various possible pacts. None involve the
PP, only because they are irrelevant and no-one takes them seriously
round here. The best-looking pact, by a long chalk, goes like this:
PSC-ERC-IC/EV. This would suit the PP too, who could quite handle a
"hateful" Catalonia. What scares them shitless is CiU-ERC. Which only
goes to show (as someone said) how little they understand. ERC are a
wedding-cake bride, simple. Christ, Carod-Rovira's as much as said so
himself. Frosted icing, nothing more. CiU-ERC is actually business as
usual. Astonished they don't see that. Anyway...
OB holds meeting with Ecuadorean "Maribel" to try and persuade her
that going to bed alone is bad news. Someone said the obvious: "How is
your family?" (Maribel will be the next girlfriend and a disaster). In
between puzzling over how easy all this stuff becomes with a bit of
practice, what phased me (considerably) was seeing Antonio (Gorgeous
Norma's theoretical husband) carrying on with the new'un in glasses.
And him with his grey hairs and all. I just don't get some people,
Norma (WHERE SHE?) is worth fif**** of new'un. Some blokes just have
no bloody taste. No wonder his "Golden Chicken" always smelled of
burnt oil. No /olfato/. Maribel? Coming along nicely. Give me two more
rendezvous and a double admission to Maxsim's. Sorted.