Váyase largo al cipote

translated as ‘Go to hell’.

I’m not familiar with the phrase itself, but if ‘cipote’ has the same meaning in Venezuela as it does in Spain, it was a very rude thing to say indeed.

Update: this Venezuelan lexicon of slang says the following:

‘Cipote: Sujeto desagradable. Lugar lejano y desconocido a donde se envía la gente desagradable.’

That is, something unpleasant, or a distant and unknown place where unpleasant people go.

He was talking about Larne.

Make No Bones About It

Just so as there’s no confusion about the matter, I post my opinion here, so that in the event of a Museum of Tolerance being built on the site of my grave 1000 years after my death, people are aware that I have no particular objections to my remains being dug up and moved somewhere else, provided the museum is tastefully decorated, serves nice pavlova, and includes a Religious Intolerance through History 4-D experience where you can experience getting demonised, ethnically cleansed and shot at as a result of your religious denomination. I can’t speak for anyone who might be buried beside me or above me, however. You’ll have to ask them.

Local Cultural Capital

Sesame Street reveals its first attempt at indigenous songs.

Beats the shit out of Brian Kennedy.