I've only ever knowingly met one Basque. She had that growly voice, and the nose. Possibly the ears as well, but her hair covered them and I could hardly ask if she wouldn't mind...
At one point she reeled off a list of famous fellow countrymen (imagine the growly voice now):
"...Balenciaga: another Basque; Manu Chao: Basque too; Eva Peron: also Basque..."
And so she went on, but then there were names I'd never heard of and I had to nod and smile as if I knew them.
Trelawney doesn't count, because he's only famous for actually being Cornish. So in return I told her about Nigel Martyn, born in St Austell, the first million quid goalkeeper, I saw him at Palace many times, and he played for England...
Then I couldn't remember the name of the fellow who sort of invented steam trains, and essentially dried up at that point.
She wasn't impressed.
Words, from a mostly metrocentric perspective. See Metrocentricity for pictures.
05 April 2009
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