So, it’s Friday night, I’m in, at home, having a pack of flavoured cashews with a glass of wine before a bathe and a Spanish omelete. I know, I know, how the other half lives, eh? These international businessmen living it up.
And I note on the pack of my cashews that they’re called “kesu v testicku”. And, well, yes, the shape of cashews could be compared to testicles I suppose, so I ponder, do the Czechs call cashews “balls”?
No, no, they don’t. Kesu is cashew. V. testicku means “in batter”. Which, alarmingly, sounds even more appropriate really.
In other international businessman news the Portuguese government has sent me a tax bill (tiny, no problem). Which they sent to the wrong address (it’s for the equivalent of council tax, they know the house I owe it on but cannot send the bill to the house I owe it on) and even the damn court order demanding payment doesn’t provide the necessary numbers to pay it.
Portugal has outstanding government debt of some €240 billion.