Nobody Ever Expects the Spanish Inquisition

When it comes to day-to-day living there are, naturally enough, many differences between Benajoan Estacion and Edinburgh. I do not mean the obvious differences, of which there are many, between a city and a small Spanish village, but cultural and social manners and mores. We discovered two of them in the last 10 days. The Spanish do not do Birthday Cards. This presents you with a serious hurdle when, having forgotten to bring one with you to send to Edinburgh, you are left scrambling around trying to find one. In the end a substitute was used.

The other is that the Spanish appear not to ‘do’ April Fool’s Day. To be honest we could have missed it but I don’t think we did. Besides, with the run up to Easter, the Spanish are just too busy doing what they do best – party. Across the road from us is El Muelle. It has been going like a fair for more than five hours and this is just for lunch. After a small break Gina will open the doors again and the last dinners will leave after midnight. Tomorrow and Sunday will be sell-outs. Meanwhile, at El Stop, we did not see a free table when we passed by there a short while ago. Anita will probably do in excess of 200 covers for lunch, close for Saturday and then 200 plus again on Sunday.

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These penitents are responsible for carrying on their shoulders their church’s massive ornate altar centre-piece, some weighing five tons, through the streets on specially constructed platforms. Other members of the congregation, all ages and genders, are allotted other roles; most importantly marshalling these highly ornate, heavy altars on their routes during the parade. Sweeping up the rear is a brass band. At the sound of a bell attached to the front of the carrying platform the marchers stop and gently lower the altar, resuming their task after a few minutes. These ceremonies have been going on all week and are the major feature of the Easter Week with extensive coverage provided by Spain’s various national and regional television stations.

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It is pushing it, but I suppose on that note I can return to April Fool’s Day. The Spanish don’t do it although I did come across what I think is a joke in the latest edition of Euro Weekly News. The latest edition dated April 1st carried a story reporting that the Consumers Alliance of Spain plans to lobby the EU Commission to make all restaurants and bars offer meals suitable for both right-handed and left-handed customers. April Fool? Well, anything is possible. BBC reprised some of the great jokes from the Spaghetti Harvest in Switzerland through to the Guardian’s island of San Serif supplement.

Unfortunately they missed what I still remember as a wonderful April Fool’s, but then it was played by STV’s Scotsport team back in the 70’s. I remember watching as presenter Arthur Montford demonstrated the latest must-have for golfers – a rubber driver. Arthur claimed, and showed, how because of the shaft’s elasticity it would power a ball an extra couple of hundred yards. The story reported how rubber plantations were being planned for the Clyde Valley. There were a couple of interviews that sang the praises and opportunity offered by this rubber wonder. At the end of the story the STV switchboard light up as hundreds of golfers called to find out where they could get a rubber club for themselves.

Come Monday many of the papers carried the spoof on their front pages. It was the talk of the station. That night on Scotland Today we showed the piece again and Arthur explained and showed what had been cut from the film – when he swung the club back it wrapped around his neck, when he hit the ball it carried about two feet, and when Arthur tried to lean on the club it collapsed as did Arthur.
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