¡Vacaciones de Navidad más que castizas!

[Doctor Beaker]

Shut the fuck up, i've been saying it like that the whole morning and nobody said anything.

They're way too kind.

You are a shady asshole, you know that?

I'm just petardeating here, don't shoot the messenger.

[Doctor Beaker]

Hi, Doctor Beiker. I've just seen Motorbicycle diaries.
It must be amazing to travel straight ahead four thousand kilometers and then being still in a country that is yours, to move to another country right next finding people speaking your own tongue.

You're telling me. I was in a trip through Euskadi once, and I made the mistake of crossing the border (on foot, mind you) while not speaking French. Four hundred meters, and nobody spoke Spanish, nor English (or pretended not to, after all they were French). I was so delighted by the local hospitality, I went to Germany straight away. Not on foot, mind you.

[Pepegut]

Supongo que sabéis todos que me cago en todas vuestras putas madres.

Salvo en la del General y en la de Esteban.

Si algún otro madrileño se quiere dignar a recomendarme algo, sea cultura, gastronomía/restauración o simplemente ocio, será bienvenido a susurrarme y lo al oído.

Por cierto, claro, las fechas... entre finales del mes de diciembre principios de enero.

Y miraré lo de la ópera, que por aquí no podemos disfrutar mucho, por no decir casi nunca, de tan magnos eventos.

Fíjate que lo llamo magno evento (que triste), se necesita democratizar la cultura y la ópera ya no te cuento.

[puagh]

Pues Jose, con el Olsen (Oldsen?) vas bien, muy bien. Es un restaurante muy recomendable.

Otra propuesta, en la misma calle, un poco más arriba, tienes el cenador del Prado. Cuidado con los horarios que son un poco rarunos.

Y otro recomendable ahora mismo es la capilla de la Bolsa (antes Casa Santa Cruz), una preciosa capilla barroca que han puesto un tanto modernilla y que le ha sentado muy bien el cambio de dueño en la cocina. Los primeros no están muy allá, pero los segundos son magníficos.

En cuanto a espectáculo, la obra de este año va a ser Así es si así os parece de Pirandello, en el teatro Valle-Inclán. No creo que se vaya a estrenar nada mejor. Impresionante. Dirige Narros, y todavía no entiendo como este hombre, con la edad que tiene que calzar, sigue haciendo estas cosas.

A divertirse.

C'mon

[malakatandrunas]

Si vas al Olsen tómate un pepperberry a mi salud.

[Álvaro]

Hi, Doctor Beiker. I've just seen Motorbicycle diaries.
It must be amazing to travel straight ahead four thousand kilometers and then being still in a country that is yours, to move to another country right next finding people speaking your own tongue.

You're telling me. I was in a trip through Euskadi once, and I made the mistake of crossing the border (on foot, mind you) while not speaking French. Four hundred meters, and nobody spoke Spanish, nor English (or pretended not to, after all they were French). I was so delighted by the local hospitality, I went to Germany straight away. Not on foot, mind you.

You have to notice that french people are particularly arrogant. I think that being proud of being french makes them think that to speak another language apart from theirs is unimportant, ¿maybe a honor thing?

On the subject of how irritating they can be, let me tell you that is far easier to find a french speaking german than one speaking english, that is to say that they priorize their will of having french as a top language (as for instance English, or Spanish undoubtedly are) over the understanding of outsiders. As foreigner in France (mainly, even although I have many french relatives), I made long time ago my choice of not learning french, just not to give them that satisfaction.

Remind, Beiker, that we have to stand them on our whole north border (apart from Andorra, and the Basque and Catalonian countries), have mercy on us.

[Editado]

[Doctor Beaker]

Hi, Doctor Beiker. I've just seen Motorbicycle diaries.
It must be amazing to travel straight ahead four thousand kilometers and then being still in a country that is yours, to move to another country right next finding people speaking your own tongue.

You're telling me. I was in a trip through Euskadi once, and I made the mistake of crossing the border (on foot, mind you) while not speaking French. Four hundred meters, and nobody spoke Spanish, nor English (or pretended not to, after all they were French). I was so delighted by the local hospitality, I went to Germany straight away. Not on foot, mind you.

You have to notice that french people are particularly arrogant. I think that being proud of being french makes them think that to speak another language apart from theirs is unimportant, ¿maybe a honor thing?

On the subject of how irritating they can be, let me tell you that is far easier to find a french speaking german than one speaking english, that is to say that they priorize their will of having french as a top language (as for instance neither English, nor Spanish doubtly are) over the understanding of outsiders. As foreigner in France (mainly, even although I have much french family), I made long time ago my choice of not learning french, just not to give them that satisfaction.

Remind, Beiker, that we have to stand them on our whole north border (apart from Andorra, and the Basque and Catalonian countries), have mercy on us.

Pd. lo de "much french family", y lo de "as neither ... doubtly are" me suena raroraroraro, pero tengo la impresión de que no puede ser de otra forma.

Well, the French invented chauvinism... I suppose I have plenty of relatives sprinkled over the Pyrenees, but we lost touch about a hundred years ago. Maybe I have relatives in the pHorum!

PD: Lo de 'doubtly' lo encuentro dudoso; 'doubtfully' ya es otra cosa. Ahora, la manera normal de decirlo (si lo entendí, que puede que no) sería "as both ... undoubtedly are". Lo de la familia sería "many french relatives".

PD2: Pepe, en Madriz no dejes de visitar el Museo del Prado, la casa del salmón noruego y El Corte Inglés. Y si vas un poco al norte, podés encontrar coca como para hacer castillos.

[Stewie]

Recomendar a alguien un restaurante al que acude Cebrián debería ser delito, si es que no está tipificado así de hecho.

Mejor vete a este que seguro que te encuentras famosetes gafapastas: Robata, c/ Reina 31, un japonés muy chulo y muy caro.

Un saludo.

También va el de la ONCE, que está hasta los cojones de que le pregunten si se ha puesto ciego.


Oh, c'mon baby, you don't really expect him to go there, do you?

PD: El nivel de petardismo en ese párrafo me permite expresarme en inglés sin miedo a igualarlo.

Yo estaba preocupado hasta que llego Alvarito.

Anyway, I get the "last minut" discount for under 26, for Pepe, who actually enjoys paying the fully 140 boniatos it should be worth giving a try.

Yo fui con americana de pana (del Cortinglés del Bercial Toñis!!) y después de ver a gentes con vaqueros y jerseys del carreful llegué a sentirme pretencioso.

[mayhem]

Hi, Doctor Beiker. I've just seen Motorbicycle diaries.
It must be amazing to travel straight ahead four thousand kilometers and then being still in a country that is yours, to move to another country right next finding people speaking your own tongue.

Maravillas admirables causadas por una represión brutal y una matanza jamás vista en la historia de la humanidad. De todos modos sí hay gente, gracias a dios, que aún habla otros idiomas en América latina. Por supuesto Ernestito Guevara no pareció darle importancia alguna, con todo lo "indígena" que era.

Por otra parte, en Salou o Ibiza hay guetos en los que no se habla otra cosa que no sea inglés o alemán. Y están aquí al lado.

Venga.

[tonetti]

Yo fui con americana de pana (del Cortinglés del Bercial Toñis!!) y después de ver a gentes con vaqueros y jerseys del carreful llegué a sentirme pretencioso.

Vamos prosperando eh?