AUK’s Chain Gang: St. Paul and the Broken Bones “Don’t Mean a Thing”

Last week Rick Bayles noted that “She Never Spoke Spanish To Me”. It’s a rare occurrence for me too since Italy is my favoured foreign holiday destination. That said I was once friends with a Mexican guy and his wife who was over here studying for a PhD. He did teach me the phrase “Una cerveza, por favor” which seemed to be the most useful line in the language. I also proofread his dissertation for him, just to check the English rather than to offer an opinion on the subject matter. It was quite a heavy read as one might expect and much of it, like the Spanish language, didn’t mean a thing. But all the words were in the right order and the grammar and syntax were excellent. So he got his PhD and then they deported him because his student visa had run out. That didn’t seem to make much sense either. If asked to pontificate on that curious decision I’d have to say that ‘it don’t mean a thing’. Continue reading “AUK’s Chain Gang: St. Paul and the Broken Bones “Don’t Mean a Thing””