Life in Culebrón

Maggie and I got married down in Gibraltar a couple of weeks ago. The chances that I won't blog about that are very slim so we'll le...

Spaniards can happily talk for hours about food. One never-ending topic of conversation is the “best” way to make almost any traditional dis...

Nearly everyone who lives in Spain has to do an IRPF, income tax, return each year; the declaración de la renta. Before Brexit, some Britons...

I know as much about flamenco music as I do about quantum mechanics. That's quite a bit. Sorry, that was a typo - that's almost noth...

I wear contact lenses. Because my eyes are a funny shape they have to be "old fashioned" rigid contact lenses. Little plastic disc...

Antoni Gaudí, was a well known Catalan architect; he's the bloke who drew the original plans for the Sagrada Familia. He's well on t...

I typed the first draft of this when the lights were off - all over Spain. What a strange experience that was. We were fine but it did make ...

I once shook Desmond Tutu's hand. He didn't really shake mine back -  he was looking the other way and talking to someone over his s...

The Pinoso Pensioners’ Club has a WhatsApp group. At times I wonder if the the application is totally under the organiser's control but ...

I was going through my hat collection with a view to throwing a few away. I came across an obvious candidate; a fluorescent Caja Rural baseb...

Villena is a town forty minutes up the road from Pinoso. It's a town I like: there's often something going on there. The theatre is ...

My sister-in-law is, apparently, learning French. She and my sister, who is learning Russian, were talking about Duolingo, the telephone and...

I don't think I'm unusual in keeping my diary on Google calendar. It reminds me of the repetitive jobs, it reminds me of important a...

I went to the UK last weekend. I don't go very often but my mum moved, just before Christmas, into a care home and I felt nosey enough, ...

You may have noticed that the tagline at the top of this blog has changed. It used to say old, fat, white haired. Through absolutely no effo...

One nice thing about living in a small Spanish town is that it's pretty easy to be on nodding terms with most of the local councillors. ...

This was such an obvious blog, but one that had been published on the various Pinoso Town Hall websites, that I decided not to do it. Then, ...