nevilemoofe

Post election:
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...
Post erection:
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.