Pub Humour
One of the things I miss about London is the witty banter and fun of being “down the pub” with good friends and good beer. I am sure the Spanish laugh about the same things, but the language barrier really stops me enjoying such end-of-day frivolities. I can only begin to image the wisecracks going around as my pal Luke unearthed this particular gem from his packet of pork scratchings. Luckily, the wonders of modern technology (his iPhone camera!) meant that I could share in the joke from the other side of Europe.

