Kiss

“And his kissing is as full of sanctity as the touch of holy bread.” 
- William Shakespeare "As You LIke It"

The Spanish Hit Parade

  1. “Kiss” by Prince 
  2. “This Kiss” by Faith Hill 
  3. “Kiss The Girl” by Brent Morgan 
  4. “Your Kiss Is On My List” by Daryl Hall & John Oates
  5. “Kiss You All Over” by Exile 
  6. “Kiss From A Rose” by Seal 
  7. “Suck My Kiss” by Red Hot Chili Peppers
  8. “Kiss Me More” by Doja Cat,
  9. “One Kiss” by Calvin Harris & Dua Lipa 
  10. “Good Kisser” by Oddball Observations
  11. “Kiss The Girl” by Samuel E. Wright
  12. “Kiss Me” by Dermot Kennedy 
  13. “Are You Gonna Kiss Me Or Not?” by Thompson Square 
  14. “I Kissed A Girl” by Katy Perry
  15. “Last Kiss” by Taylor Swift
Last Sunday - it should have been the greatest day in the history of women's football in Spain. The national team had just beaten England in the final of The World Cup. But  the celebrations were spoilt by one arrogant, entitled man - the head of The Spanish Football Association - a 46 year old fellow called Luis Rubiales.

At the medal ceremony,  he grabbed one of the senior members of the squad - Jenni Hermoso. He rocked her up in his arms and clamped her head in his hands before kissing her full on the lips. If he had kissed her on the cheek there would have been no pushback but he crossed a line with that lip smacker.

With Trumpish arrogance, Rubiales first refused to apologise in an appropriate manner and as the heat of criticism has built up in Spain, he has angrily refused to resign. Incredibly, he has even claimed that the kiss was "consensual" when nobody saw him asking.

That simple stolen kiss has sparked much debate about the Spanish patriarchy in general and very sadly, it continues to distract attention from what Jenni Hermoso and her teammates achieved a week ago. They should be basking in the sunny glow of national pride having deservedly won the coveted trophy. Instead they are at the centre of a massive row.

Rubiales has got to go.


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Pond

 Blue collar blood

White collar dreams

Oyster stew

On the table

With saltines

Dreaming of caviar

And champagne

John Deere

And weeds

As tall as

My knees

Teach so much more

Than yachts on

The high seas

St. Tropez

May be 

The desire

But the pond

Is my reality

Today



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