So a latish night round ours. Jose came round and we had a few tequilitas. At one point he came up with a brilliant Mexican saying. It’s like God giveth and he taketh away only much more cynical: porque “Dios aprieta, pero no aplasta…” *EDIT* It’s actually: “Dios aprieta pero no ahoga”. *EDIT* I’ve been trying to think of a decent way to translate it, but for now you’ll have to make do with: God squeezes but he doesn’t *EDIT* strangle *EDIT*… Context would be something like, So my dog died, my car was broken into and then my house burnt down, but, because Dios aprieta, pero no aplasta, I got a 3 dollar tax refund. Anyway, I liked that. Jose’s a veritable mine of Mexican dichos.

I hope my translation skills improve before I tackle the latest QYLA bios… Comment away your better translations…

*non-music-lovin’-mp3-listening-peeps stop reading now*
Q Magazine’s got a new podcast which is great because Q is not on the shelves even in Sanborns in Mexico. Now I can have a taste of what’s going on UK side in new albums. This month’s has an interview with someone from Keane a review of Gnarls Barclay, and Snow Patrol’s latest and a storming cover of REM’s Orange Crush. AND it lasts just the same time as it takes to get from my house to Plaza Bonita on the bus. Good times…