Party at the gates of the SGAE

A group of indignados are having a party outside the doors of the SGAE offices in Madrid, I’m told, in celebration. No doubt the booze is being supplied free by local barowners, who have as much reason as anyone to celebrate. The chant is teddy, chorizo, ya ha llegado su San Benito… Teddy, you crook, your San Benito [day of reckoning] has come. I feel a bit like the peasent underling who has just been Continue reading Party at the gates of the SGAE