Warning: this article could be very upsetting to those who
believe the virginal state to be perfect or those who believe that they will be
presented with a large number of virgins when they meet their maker. In fact,
it this blog has little to do with virgins at all and a lot to do with roofing
techniques in Spain. The title was chosen to bump up my reader statistics and
in particular is an attempt to beat my most popular blog yet which is entitled Prostitutes, oranges and burning babies.
A further warning: this article contain disturbing photographs. And a
disclaimer: no virgins were deflowered in the preparation of this article.
My late father-in-law, a true gentleman if ever I met one,
was a plasterer and roofer. He taught me all that I know about these arcane
subjects, though solely based on English practice. How he would have coped with
Spanish plaster I do not know – probably dismissed it as “foreign tack”. There
are two types: rapido and controlado. The Spanish, with the exception of Speedy
Gonzales and their behaviour behind the wheel of a car, are not generally
associated with rapidity, yet their
rapid plaster sets like greased lightning. Even the controlled stuff sets in
five minutes or less. And their roofs! They are really something else.
Many years ago I bought some farmland together with a
ramshackle house built of flint. The house needed complete renovation and
Henry, my father-in-law, travelled all the way to Suffolk to help me re-roof
the place. It was quite a big job and I learned a lot from doing it. Sadly, a
few years later, during one of the big storms, a large tree fell on the house
and the roof that we had painstakingly restored had to be ripped off and redone
– this time by professionals.
That roof was covered in Suffolk pantiles which were more
or less regular in size; they sat on wooden battens, then on roofing felt then on
the rafters. In Spain the rafters were traditionally covered in a woven matrix
of cane, then a layer of plaster and finally the tiles. Nowadays the plaster
and cane is replaced with a layer of concrete, but it is the tiles that I want
to talk about and it’s here that we meet the virgins. These tiles are used all
over the Mediterranean area, they are roughly half-circular in cross section
and about half a metre long, narrowing along their length. A suitable mould for
making these clay tiles could therefore be the human thigh.
A well-laid roof looks great and characterises the villages
of Spain. They are made from alternate lines of tiles, one line forming the caps,
the other the gutters. The gutters are laid open side up and narrow end down,
the caps are the opposite. Sounds simple enough, but there are two problems:
firstly, how to end the rising edges of the roof and secondly, those virgins had
very varied and odd thighs.
I won’t go into the bodge that is used at the ends of the
roof, if you are interested have a close look at the photo of my roof, it’s the
virgins that I am interested in here. Clearly their thighs varied in width,
length, girth and taper. What’s worse some of them were clearly distorted,
either by the uncomfortable process of being the mould, an accident of birth or
some dramatic accident in the fields (see examples). Or perhaps they wriggled
when the cold clay was applied or when the tile maker removed it. Or, more
simply, the tileman dropped the moulded clay on its journey to the furnace
since the virgins were not baked with the tile (that certainly would have
caused a shortage of virgins). Maybe the tilemakers became overexcited when removing
the slippery moulded clay. Who knows?.
Just look at the photos if you can bear it.
But were virgins really used in making clay tiles or is the
whole thing a fabrication by the overactive brains of the tile layers? I have
conducted a simple experiment using myself as a subject. Now, I am not a virgin
and that admission may invalidate the whole thing. Nevertheless, I have endeavoured to fit traditional tiles to my own
thighs (see photo). The results are quite shocking. If virgins were used then
they certainly possessed very long thighs. Since Spanish ladies of the past
were generally short, the long thigh could only be achieved by a shortened
calf. Gosh, those ladies must have had a strange gait.
Nice to see the building finished eventually!. It was really interesting following the process through your blog.
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Still got a way to go Jacobo. But the main room is done and watertight (I hope)
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