More Irish stuff...

This is a traditional Irish song, about a highwayman who's betrayed by his own wife or lover... There are a lot of versions of it, but I do really prefer this, Thin Lizzy's one, Metallica's version. If you want to know more aobut this song, visit Wikipedia:

Metallica - Whiskey in the Jar

As I was going over the Cork and Kerry mountains
I saw Captain Farrell and his money he was counting
I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier
I said “stand and deliver or the devil he may take you”

Yeah

I took all of his money and it was a pretty penny
I took all of his money, yeah, and I brought it home to Molly
She swore that she’d love me, no, never would she leave me
But the devil take that woman, yeah, for you know she tricked me easy

Musha rain dum-a-do-dum-a-da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There’s whiskey in the jar-o

Being drunk and weary I went to Molly’s chamber
Taking money with me and I never knew the danger
For about six or maybe seven, yeah, in walked Captain Farrell
I jumped up, fired my pistols, and I shot him with both barrels, yeah

Musha rain dum-a-do-dum-a-da, yeah-yeah
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There’s whiskey in the jar-o

Yeah, whiskey
Yo-ooh, whiskey

Yo-ooh, yeah, ooh
Yo-oo-ooh, yeah

Now some men like the fishing and some men like the fowling
And some men like to hear, to hear the cannonball a-roaring
Me I like sleeping, especially in my Molly’s chamber
But here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain, yeah

Musha rain dum-a-do-dum-a-da, yeah-yeah
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There’s whiskey in the jar-o, yeah

Whiskey in the jar-o, yeah

Musha rain dum-a-do-dum-a-da
Musha rain dum-a-do-dum-a-da, hey
Musha rain dum-a-do-dum-a-da
Musha rain dum-a-do-dum-a-da
Yeah

No leaf clover!

Happy St. Patrick's Day, my Irish fellows!

Just remember, if you want to swim today in a river... You can find it's totally green! Take care!


That's just what they do in Chicago, since 1961: dying the Hudson river of this Irish green colour. And the thing is, they found out how to do that by chance! Some plumbers discovered that the dye they used to detect leaks into the river turned green, not just any color green, but the perfect color green! And so, they decided to use that to surprise the public in St.Patrick's Day!

Slán leat!

Once upon a time...

...In a not-so-far away island called Sark, people lived happily, according to their ancient habits and laws... They had their own language (Sercquiais), and their own flag too, and they served the Feudal Lord of the Island, the Seigneur of Sark... Cars and helicopters were forbidden, and tractors were the only motorised vehicles allowed in that island... Wait a minute... Cars? Helicopters?


Yes, beloved readers, Sark was the last redoubt of feudalism in Europe, an island between England and France... and I said was, because now they're on their way to full democracy. In 1996 they agreed to endorse the European Convention of Human Rights, which was completely incompatible with their feudalism, and so, putting an end to that government system in a short time... Now, the Chief of Pleas, the "Council" of the Island, is no longer ruled by the descendants of those 40 colonists who arrived to the island with the permission of the Queen Elizabeth I (not II) to settle there... Now, 28 elected congressmen rule the island... waiting for a referendum in 2011, when people of Sark will finally decide if they want to become a full democracy or still a feudal land... But this is not really the point of this post!

This is about tradition, about some values some people may think they're old fashioned and/or useless, nowadays... And so, to talk about that, let's take a look on the Barclay Twins. Both awfully rich, owners of The Daily Telegraph and one Ritz hotel in London, one day they decided to buy the island of Brecqhou, close and under the management of Sark, and build a huge Gothic castle for them, with 2 swimming pools and a helicopter pad... Too bad! As helicopters are forbidden on that island... And so, they started to invest on the island, which main economical activity is tourism (and some tax advantages, for sure!). And so it was! They thought they have found their paradise, and started asking for political changes on the island, maybe just to get finally the permission to ride an expensive car in those islands... and, in some way, they succeeded... but not in the way they wanted, curiously!

When finally democracy was knocking at Sark's doors, and most probably the Barclay Twins were sharpen their fangs, something happened. Sark's inhabitants decided to vote for the traditionalist party, leaded by the former Seigneur of Sark, John M. Beaumont, and so, supporting Sark old ways! Democracy's ok, but let's do it our way! However, this decission didn't pleased those Barclay twins, and they decided to stop investing on that island, getting the sack to 100 people, 1/6 of Sark's population!

And that's the way it is! The Barclays couldn't buy Sark with money, and now they're punishing them... Childish behaviour? Hm... You'll say! And even if it can get awful for Sark's inhabitants after "disobeying" those twins, they decided to disobey them and that's brave and remarkable, don't you think?

So, that's all! Only 3 curious facts about Sark's Island:

1.- Dogs are forbidden on the island.

2.- There are, in fact, 2 Sark islands -Greater and Little Sark- and they're connected by a natural isthmus, 3 meter width and 92 meters above the sea... A banister was build in 1900, because people had to cross that natural bridge crawling, to avoid being swept by strong winds. That isthmus was paved by the Nazis, during the ocupation of the island, in the WWII.

3.- In 1990, an unemployed French nuclear physicist attempted a singlehanded invasion of Sark, armed with a semi-automatic weapon. The night he arrived, he put up signs declaring his intention to take over the island the following day at noon. He was arrested while sitting on a bench, changing the rifle's clip and waiting for noon to arrive.

See you soon!

Home far away from home!

The other day, when I was walking around across Barcelona's streets I found something quite curious: An English Grocery! Its name is "A taste of Home". Quite appropiate, don't you think?


It's nice to find a place in Barcelona where you can buy some 100% English products! Now, you can taste some disgusting English dishes, for example those awful pies! Name a part of a body and they'll show you a pie made of it! Ok, not everything's so bad! Puddings, muffins... Mmm... What else... I can't think about more stuff! Well, let's face it: English's cuisine's not very nice! It can't be compared to what people call Mediterranean Diet, but even thogh, there are some nice things. Most of all related to breakfast!

But the nicest thing about this grocery is this: They have SPAM! Maybe some young people know about Mail Spam, but not the original product... Hmm... So, Spam is basically some kind of canned precooked meat. It was invented back in the 30's, and it was used during World War II to feed English and Russian troops. In fact, this SPAM is quite popular in UK, but it's not British but American! You can even find a SPAM museum in the States!


But, why do we call our junk mail spam? It's all because of one sketch made by Monty Python, one of the best humourous gangs ever! Let's see it...



As you see, one of the customers gets quite annoyed about so much SPAM in the menu, and so happens the same in our mail inbox!

Ok, enough for today! For those who want to buy some SPAM SPAM SPAM SPAM SPAM WONDERFUL SPAAAAM, you can find this shop in Floridablanca 78, BCN.

Vicky Cristina... Barcelona?

Welcome back, dear readers!

As I told you some time ago, I really like cinema! And, of course, every year I watch the Academy Awards Ceremony live, while wearing my best dinner jacket. So, every year I try to watch some of the nominated films, and after "Milk" I thought it'd be nice to watch a comedy. The chosen was "Vicky Cristina Barcelona". I guess most of all inhabitants of this precious city surely were transmitted with some kind of Allen's sickness. They probably thought: "Oh, it's so nice one of the best movie directors is filming a movie about our city!! I'm really looking forward to seeing it!". And so, I must confess, as an adopted Spanish and lover of Barcelona, I was one of those!

In fact, I'm not very keen on Allen's movies, but the curious stuff is, it's not about his movies, but people who watch his movies! There's some kind of Allen's fans who scorn people who doesn't like his movies, just like that! Sometimes, it looks like you must be some kind of jerk if you don't enjoy a movie directed by Woody Allen, and so on: Every Allen's movie's fantastic even before being released... That really makes me loose my cool! And you, Spanish people, have some kind of saying for this: "Para muestra, un botón".


I didn't like this movie at all, and the thing is, I had some predisposition to like it, because of where this movie's settled. Unfortunately, that city on the movie is not a real Barcelona. It's just a mixture of some postcards, quite beautiful, but not realistic at all. One of the scenes of this film is a fight between Javier Bardem and Penelope Cruz in a street of this city. Those who walk a lot across this city would recognize it: It's St.Ramon's street. This street:

Of course this street's not on Barcelona's guides, between the Sagrada Familia and Park Guell. It's a street plenty of prostitutes, pimp's, drug dealers and other kind of freelancers. It also has one of the most charming pubs in the city: the Marsella, one of the oldests bars of Barcelona (1820) where you can drink Absinth, if you dare... But I will talk about that another day! Anyway, THIS is a real Barcelona also! Of course, by the time Mr. Allen was filming, streets had been cleaned already, and there wasn't a trace of these people. Police do exactly the same when some polititian is visiting this area. Because, let's face it: Under this pseudo-alternative vision of that what they call "Raval", loved by non-working-artists, bohemian-whatevers, cafeteria-phylosophers, and old-bikes-riders, lies the true essence of that neighbourhood: The Barrio Chino. Don't forget it!

So, that Barcelona in the film is not true at all. And what about the script? Ok, let's see it! I can't find in VCB any of those witty conversations which Allen's always making a great show of! So, the characters in the movie simply follow this scheme:

Visit something -> Dinner -> WINE -> Flamenco Guitar Player ->WINE -> Spicy Conversation -> Fuck -> WINE -> Gaudi -> Fuck -> WINE -> Dinner -> WINE -> More Flamenco!

Once I remember I was somehow waiting for a bull, appearing in the middle of Ramblas, or a bullfighter simply walking around!

And I really think Penelope Cruz is one of the best characters of the film, even if I can't stand her as an actress... But it'd be good to keep Rebecca Hall in mind, I think she's the best on this film!

Anyway, it's always good to watch a film, even if you don't like it! So, you can give your oppinion if someone's asking!

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Ladies and Gentlemen... Lost's 5th Season is finally here.

Cronicle of a Death Foretold

Hi again, my beloved readers! How are you doing? So cold lately, isn't it?

The other day I was wandering the streets at night while a heavy rain was pouring down, (which I love since I'm a genuine English man) and then, just when I found myself all alone in a street I realized I was surrounded by corpses... Yes, people... Corpses! Not human corpses, of course... That would have been more curious and disturbing, don't you think?

Well, the thing is, I was completely surrounded by broken umbrellas. And then I thought it was a sad end for such an useful and classy complement. An umbrella is a typical thing people doesn't buy by themselves... You most probably receive an umbrella as a gift given by someone that loves you enough to worry about you getting wet when rain starts to fall. Unless, of course, it's raining already. Then hords of ambulant umbrella-sellers emerge from who-knows-where and try to sell cheap awful umbrellas to absent-mindedness wet people.


But, wherever an umbrella comes, all of them are damned if they collapse in the middle of the streets, because all of them are buried in the same way: no burial! Busted umbrellas lie everywhere, the luckiest in a garbage bin. Of course, when an umbrella breaks people worry more about getting wet than giving their silent friends a decent burial. I've always thought -in a funny way- about burning broken umbrellas, like Vikings did with their deceased people, sailing a Drakkar on fire for the last time... And dust to dust, ashes to ashes!

So, before throwing an umbrella in the middle of a wet street consider being a little bit more considered! Requiescat in Pace, broken umbrellas around the World!

Happy New Year (?)

Let's welcome this new year with good music!



Black Sabbath - War Pigs

Generals gathered in their masses
Just like witches at black masses
Evil minds that plot destruction
Sorcerer of death's construction
In the fields the bodies burning
As the war machine keeps turning
Death and hatred to mankind
Poisoning their brainwashed minds, oh lord yeah!

Politicians hide themselves away
They only started the war
Why should they go out to fight?
They leave that to the poor
Yeah!

Time will tell they are power minds
Making war just for fun
Treating people just like pawns in chess
Wait 'till their judgement day comes
Yeah!

(Bridge)

Now in darkness, world stops turning
Ashes where the bodies burning
No more war pigs have the power
Hand of God has struck the hour
Day of judgement, God is calling
On their knees, the war pigs crawling
Begging mercies for their sins
Satan laughing, spreads his wings
OH LORD YEAH!

Some curious stuff...

...Before this year ends!

Reading and reading (thing that I do quite usually since TV became a stinky piece of shit) I found an interesting article about this New Year's Eve... Well, in fact is about this 31th of December... Because the last minute of this, the last day of the year will last officially 1 second more... So, it will have 61 seconds. Officially, after 23h 59m and 59s we'll have 23h 59m and 60s... And only then 00h 00m 00s... And Happy new year!

But why? Because Earth's spinning slower than before and days are longer than before... Curious, thinking about our lifestyle, that becomes faster and faster day after day! Earth's on strike, or a least it seems so!

But let's talk a little bit about history! A second was defined in 19th Century as the 86.400 part of a day (60 x 60 x 24), but they didn't know real days have different timings... Nowadays, for example, 1 real day lasts 86.400,002 seconds. That's why, since the late sixties, we base our second system not in our planet's rotation movement, but in some physical stable processes like the movement of some atoms exposed to Laser. That's how atomic watches were born, and that's why we base our system on those watches, which are very precise! In fact, the most precise atomic watch of the entire world, the NIST-F1, will keep an accurate timing, without deflecting not even a second in 60.000.000 of years.

And that's why the IERS (International Earth rotation and Reference systems Service) decides when to add one extra second to a minute, to correct the flaw between our time system and real timing.

Of course, that second isn't very important for our daily grind, but it's curious how time's so important in these days of fast food, instantaneous news, and blitzkrieg. I guess it was more traumatic back in the 16th Century, when Gregorius XIII changed the outdated Iulianus calendar and people lost 10 days!! So, the day after that 4th of October of 1582 was the 15th of October.

So, maybe this isn't very important for you, but at least you have some new anecdote for telling tomorrow before this year shifts!

Have a nice New Year's Eve party and enjoy this extra second! 2009, the Year of the Ox... it sounds promising, don't you think?

...And justice for all

So, we're facing a long weekend now! People will invade the streets again, buying and spending the money that they don't possess...and the wheel will keep spinning, keeping things as they are... Very good for some, very bad for many...!

But this is not the point now... Long weekend! Why? Why are we so lucky to have holidays on december? Because it's the Spanish Constitution's birthday! And polititians let us go skiing, shopping and even visiting some forbidden buildings for us the rest of the year, like the Senate or the Congress Palace... Ha! That building we really OWN, according to that paper called Spanish Constitution, the one they use to blow their noses...

Let's face it: Democracy sucks. And now is when one of you (or maybe all of you) replies saying it's not so bad... at least is better than a dictatorship! And of course it is, but that doesn't make democracy the greatest thing since bread came sliced...

Polititians lie, steal, conspire, missappropriate (another way of stealing...)... do everything to keep their asses comfortable in their seats... They don't want us! They don't need us! Only every four years they need us to perpetuate their status quo... And that's when democracy becomes funny! Polititians can smile! And joke! They talk with people and listen to their problems, trying to look concerned about them... They promise a lot of things, and they even dress like idiots, because they think that makes them look closer to us!



And the worst thing is... Some people really believe them! Some people even vote for one or another party just because of the way the candidate looks: "Oh, he/she looks friendly, I'll vote for him/her!"... which is the same as: "Oh! he/she is blonde, I'll vote for him/her!". But well... What can you expect of this country? You only have to turn on the TV to realise this is a country plenty of dumbs! And polititians know which country govern, and how to do it... They've learnt the game, and they're playing it... and enjoying it!

That's why I'm so happy Obama's the new President of the United States! Because it looks like we've been witnesses of the birth of the new Messiah... and I don't really think so... Some people here in Spain even think he's left-winged!!! Please! That's very funny indeed! Let's see how this guy acts...

So, God save the Constitution! Because this is a country where some people can drive cars of 80.000€, but others can't eat properly every day because of not having money! God save the Constitution, because people can't get a place for living (even if it's a constitutional right) and banks receive millions of euros from the government! God save the Constitution, because in this country commiting a crime is very cheap, and some prisons have swimming pools! God save this Constitution, indeed! But... What do I know! You're the real Spanish people, and I'm only a British citizen... We don't have even a Constitution!

I guess this quotation summarizes all my thoughts about democracy:

"Democracy is a pathetic belief in the collective wisdom of individual ignorance."
H.L. Mencken

Ho-Ho-Ho!

Hi, my beloved readers... Here we go again! Long time since I last wrote in this blog of mine! Lack of inspiration maybe? Hm... Maybe! The thing is, I've checked the other blogs and it seems that a lot of people's not writing as much as they used to write, before! So, maybe it's not only me... who knows!

And I must say that I'm not really in a writing mood today either, but I felt the call of duty this morning, and that's why I'm here! Well... maybe there's something I want to talk about, now... Surely you've noticed in the streets already... In the shops, over your head... well: everywhere! You've noticed, so, that Christmas time's coming again! And this is the point of my today's post...

Origins, tradition... Old fashioned words, nowadays. Shops, sales, buy, buy, BUY! Yes... that's Christmas in these days, or at least it seems so! Christmas lights are set every year sooner and sooner... and maybe in the end people will celebrate Christmas wearing short sleeve T-shirts, in summertime... And if this early Christmas happens also in every single part of our Earth... maybe those who live in the Southern Hemisphere will end celebrating it in their winter... Curious thing, huh?

I'm not a family man, as you may know by now. So, I don't care about family meetings on Christmas day... I didn't do that in the past and I'm not doing it now... I don't celebrate Christmas either... I just watch and think about it... It's not about celebrating that Christ birth... I'm not Cristian either... But these are important days for a lot of actual cultures (Jews have their Hannukah) or ancient (Egiptians believed that, before new year's eve, there was a bad period... between the end of a cycle and the beginning of the next)...

So, no more spirituality? No values anymore? Streets are packed with people, shops are crowded, and it seems that crisis is conviniently hiding in a secret place, to let everyone buy more stuff without feeling guilty about it... What do you think? Actual Christmas was invented by Harrod's?

A Violet from Mother's grave...

Hi again, my dear readers... Even if I look like a man in his mid-thirties I’m growing old and forgetful at the same time... Can you believe I forgot to post this last November 9th? Unbelievable!

It can be a normal day for you... Maybe’s the birthday of one of your friends or stuff like that... But not a special day for other reasons! Not a public holiday, not a long weekend... But, for good old Jack, 9th of November is a very special day... Indeed! Because, 120 years ago, my last victim passed away… Mmm… I can still remember how beautiful Mary Kelly looked wandering in Whitechapel streets… She was… fancy! Because Victorian whores were not like nowadays whores, vulgar and nasty! She was so much younger than my other “friends”, only 25… And prettier than the other, too: Blue eyes, red hair, nice smile… She even had all her teeth, which was quite unusual then… and sometimes even today!

So, since it was my farewell act, I did the best I could with her delicate body... And the nice thing was that I didn't have to do that in the streets, where's easy to get caught... Because I killed her in her own room... She was living with her husband in one of those rooms in Miller's Court... Number 13, If I remember correctly... And, luckily, one of the glasses of a window next to the door was broken, and I managed to enter by opening the door from the inside, through that hole... What happened next is History! You can just check that out in The Times website, where you can read any edition of The Times since it was created, in 1785! Here's the link to that 10th November edition of the newspaper.

But, just in case you fancy reading right now, just check Dr. Thomas Bond's notes taken in situ:

"The body was lying naked in the middle of the bed, the shoulders flat but the axis of the body inclined to the left side of the bed. The head was turned on the left cheek. The left arm was close to the body with the forearm flexed at a right angle and lying across the abdomen.
The right arm was slightly abducted from the body and rested on the mattress. The elbow was bent, the forearm supine with the fingers clenched. The legs were wide apart, the left thigh at right angles to the trunk and the right forming an obtuse angle with the pubes.
The whole of the surface of the abdomen and thighs was removed and the abdominal cavity emptied of its viscera. The breasts were cut off, the arms mutilated by several jagged wounds and the face hacked beyond recognition of the features. The tissues of the neck were severed all round down to the bone.
The viscera were found in various parts viz: the uterus and kidneys with one breast under the head, the other breast by the right foot, the liver between the feet, the intestines by the right side and the spleen by the left side of the body. The flaps removed from the abdomen and thighs were on a table.
The bed clothing at the right corner was saturated with blood, and on the floor beneath was a pool of blood covering about two feet square. The wall by the right side of the bed and in a line with the neck was marked by blood which had struck it in a number of separate splashes.
The face was gashed in all directions, the nose, cheeks, eyebrows, and ears being partly removed. The lips were blanched and cut by several incisions running obliquely down to the chin. There were also numerous cuts extending irregularly across all the features.

The neck was cut through the skin and other tissues right down to the vertebrae, the fifth and sixth being deeply notched. The skin cuts in the front of the neck showed distinct ecchymosis. The air passage was cut at the lower part of the larynx through the cricoid cartilage.
Both breasts were more or less removed by circular incisions, the muscle down to the ribs being attached to the breasts. The intercostals between the fourth, fifth, and sixth ribs were cut through and the contents of the thorax visible through the openings.
The skin and tissues of the abdomen from the costal arch to the pubes were removed in three large flaps. The right thigh was denuded in front to the bone, the flap of skin, including the external organs of generation, and part of the right buttock. The left thigh was stripped of skin fascia, and muscles as far as the knee.
The left calf showed a long gash through skin and tissues to the deep muscles and reaching from the knee to five inches above the ankle. Both arms and forearms had extensive jagged wounds.
The right thumb showed a small superficial incision about one inch long, with extravasation of blood in the skin, and there were several abrasions on the back of the hand moreover showing the same condition.
On opening the thorax it was found that the right lung was minimally adherent by old firm adhesions. The lower part of the lung was broken and torn away. The left lung was intact. It was adherent at the apex and there were a few adhesions over the side. In the substances of the lung there were several nodules of consolidation.
The pericardium was open below and the heart absent. In the abdominal cavity there was some partly digested food of fish and potatoes, and similar food was found in the remains of the stomach attached to the intestines."

Yes... I took her heart! And if you want to take a look to her body after my visit, you just have to follow this link... I was raised in politeness, and I don't want to scare you with dead woman's pictures... unless you want to look at them... So, here's the link. And here's her Death Certificate:

And... when remembering that 9th of November another 9th of november came to my mind... One with acts I unfortunately witnessed... And I'm referring to that nazi Kristallnacht (or Night of Broken Glass), in which 92 german Jews were murdered and almost 30.000 were deported to concentration camps... That was the turning point of Nazi's actions against Jews and... Well, you know the rest!

Rest In Peace...

...Because breaking up is never easy! ;-)

The Vandals - My girlfriend's dead

I once had a girlfriend,
But then one day she dumped me and everywhere
I'd go people would ask me where she was.

I don't wanna talk about her.
Someone always asks about her.
So I tell them all my girlfriend's dead.

I say it's leukemia or sometimes bulimia
Or a great big truck ran her over
And chopped off her head.

I don't wanna talk about her.
Someone always asks about her.
So I tell them all she's dead.

I guess there's a part of me that likes the sympathy
Or the looks on their faces when I tell them how
She passed away.

I don't wanna talk about her.
Someone always asks about her.
So I tell them all she's dead.

(My girlfriend's dead)
My girlfriend's dead you see,
It's a total lie, but it's easier on me
Than having to admit that she likes someone else.

(My girlfriend's dead)
My girlfriend's dead you know,
Please change the subject or I am going to go
Jump off a building and join her in heaven.

I don't wanna talk about her.
Someone always asks about her.
So I tell them all she's dead.

I once had a girlfriend,
But then one day she dumped me and everywhere
I'd go people would ask me where she was.

I don't wanna talk about her.
Someone always asks about her.
So I tell them all my girlfriend's dead.
[x2]

Vi Veni Veniversum Vivus Vici

The time has come to talk about that movie I was thinking about the other day while writing about "From Hell"... Because tomorrow, my dear readers, is a very special day indeed...

"Remember, remember, the 5th of November... Gunpowder Treason and plot... I see no reason why Gunpowder Treason should be forgot!".

In the night between the 4th and the 5th of November 1605 (403 years ago), some English Catholic revolutionaries tried to execute the Gunpowder Plot... Their idea was to blown up, literally, The Houses of Parliament, killing King James I and his family, besides some aristocrats too, because English Catholics weren't not much tolerated in that ages... So, long story short, Guy Fawkes, a.k.a. Guido Fawkes (because he fought as a mercenary in the Spanish Tercios in Netherlands) was caught when he was placing several gunpowder barrels in the basements of the House of Lords, in The Parliament... The King had been adviced before that, thanks to an anonymous letter he received, probably written by one of the conspirators who didn't want innocent people to get killed because of that "Boom stuff". So... Guy Fawkes was locked up in the Tower of London, tortured and killed...

And since then, to remind the inhabitants of that Perfidious Albion how traitors are treated even in their own homeland, in the United Kingdom they celebrate the "Bonfire Night", very similar to that Spanish traditional St. Joan's night, in which they set bonfires in the streets and burn stuffed dummies representing G. Fawkes, denominated simply "guys"...

Ok, ok, let's stick to the plan! I'll talk about one movie I certainly like... I'm referring to "V for Vendetta". This movie's based on another graphic novel by Alan Moore, with the same name. And, even if there's some differences between the movie and the novel I like both of them...


In V for Vendetta, settled in a non-distant future, England's ruled by an authoritarian government, which tries to control what people hear, talk, and above all, think. Evey (Natalie Portman) is one of those who live in fear, trying to get the shackles off her feet in order to be free... One night she meets a strange man... A man dressed with a black cape and a black hat too, clutching several knives, who wears also a Guy Fawkes mask and refers to himself as, simply, "V" (Hugo Weaving). V's planning to tear down that awful goverment by blowing up The Houses of Parliament, just like Guy Fawkes tried to do in the past...So, as I don't want to spoil you the end of the film, if you like it... watch it!

About the film... It's not very similar to the great novel which inspired it. In fact, Alan Moore disinherited himself of the film before it was released... But it has some good points too! Nice soundtrack and cinematography (indeed!) and, above all, a perfect representation of the character of V! Wugo Weaving did a great interpretation of a character without face! How? With his voice and gesticulation... So, that's why is good to see this film in English!

I love the character of V... and, just like him, I enjoy listening to some classical music too... And there's a magnificent piece of Tchaikovsky, used also in the film, called "1812 Overture". The last movement of that Overture's used in the last scene of the film... And I'd like to show it to you... So, I'll tell you what:

OPTION I: I've seen the film already and I want to delight myself watching the end of the film again, including music...

OPTION II: I haven't seen the film, so don't screw its end! Upload something else in order I can see what the fuck are you talking about!



Enough for today, I guess... And don't forget: Freedom! Forever!

Nerds or Artists?

See what some folks can do with enough time, patience and 280.591 post-it sticky notes!!! Nice, isn't it?