I've been tied up in a lot of them goldarned Life things today, so I haven't been able to finish the next part of my series on the Spanish Inquisition, and my atheism pieces, so I offer you this instead. I hope you like it Not for me the costas; those hideous concrete labyrinths; those Babels of foreign tongues, where the briny sea air is ubiquitously redolent of frying fish and chips, and loud with children’s shrieks. Not for me those lands of black socks with sandals; of hideous, obscene tee... Sign in to see full entry.