Bjelleklang: Extension Of The Combat Zone
Thursday, 11th November 2010. Marbella.
There is an apparent and overwhelming sense of artificiality in contemporary Andalucia. This artificiality, the plastic surgeons, the deep, metallic sunshine, the gated communities and manicured lawns, the tennis courts and the illegal immigrants and the Guardia Civil and the off season bullfighting posters and cheap booze and one Euro tapas lunches and the “winner takes all”-mentality of modern Marbella, it all appeals strongly to wealthy and well off Scandinavians.
Today I wrote new lyrics to good, old “Jinglebells” in their honour:
Julepul, julepul, julepulebord. Julepule, julepule, julepul-i-vei. Hei! Julepul, julepul, julepulebord. Julepule, julepule, julepul-i-vei. Hei!