Me, I’ve by no means been to Albacete. Nicely, there’s numerous locations on this previous withering world I’ve by no means been, however anyway; Albacete is certainly one of them. And perhaps I’ll by no means go there.
Not solely have I grown a bit lazy, not eager to see too many new and adventurous locations, sticking to what’s acquainted, well-known and secure. Like Kolding or La Herradura. Take a brief buying go to to Vejle or Almuñécar and get your ass house rapidly.
No, it’s not solely the laziness, although it’s there, I’ll admit. It’s the popularity of some locations, that retains me from going there. “There’s hardly something as swinging as Bjerringbro by evening”, as the good Danish bard, C.V. Jørgensen, sings with an irony as thick because the mud and the mud on the stretch from Paris to Roubaix. That track all the time saved me from going to Bjerringbro; a small city at the hours of darkness, quiet, center of the nation, the place they do tractor races and stuff. Give me Kolding or La Herradura anytime.
I don’t assume, C.V. Jørgensen ever wrote a track about Albacete, however there may be an previous Spanish saying: “Albacete, caga y vete.” Considerably much less poetic than See Venice and Die, however we’re in that kind of class. It’s extra like “See Albacete, go to the latrine, do what you need to do and get your ass house rapidly”. So why go to Albacete in any respect? I can have my bowels relieved so many different locations on this previous war-ridden world. Take for instance Kolding or La Herradura.
Poor Albacete, what have they carried out? I’m positive it’s an exquisite place, and there’s in all probability nothing swinging like Albacete by evening. Nonetheless, previous sayings are exhausting to neglect. Particularly after a bunch of younger, fancy, Madrid public-relations college students took up the previous saying, utilizing it for – sure, a marketing campaign to keep away from most cancers within the bowels.
That simply did it for me. I received’t journey too far to see bogs and tractors. Tractor racing and latrine goings on usually are not too engaging to me. Probably not.
Neither is hooliganism engaging to me. A while in the past, I wrote on this column about another nation’s soccer hoodlums and latrine-heads. Nicely, now I’ve to stay to the reality and inform you, that we’ve it too. Not in nationwide soccer, that’s nonetheless all pleasure, comradeship and comfortable partying. However the main golf equipment! That’s a very totally different factor.
These days there was an episode at a match between the capital rivals Brøndby and FC Copenhagen. The previous’s followers went amock in violence, intimidation and vandalism. There’s hardly something as swinging as soccer by evening or day. A few of these halfwits simply haven’t understood that.
No, I’ll in all probability by no means go to Bjerringbro nor Albacete. And I’ll undoubtedly by no means, ever; no method, no, Sir, go to Brøndby. Not even to go to the latrine.
(Information/Editorial: Jes Rasmussen’s Danish Nook)
