Life in Culebrón

There's a strangeness about being home and yet being a foreigner. Last week I asked the lad who served me coffee how his birthday ce...

Do you think there's a cultural element to how we sweep up? Just after the tiniest of earthquakes, yesterday evening, we had a bit o...

When I first started the  blog it was simple. The idea was to celebrate, or at least note, the diffferences between what I'd always co...

I once worked with someone who was keen on illicit drugs. He came from Huddersfield but we were working near Newcastle and he was having ...

I read something, in an electronic newspaper, yesterday that said that our President, Mariano Rajoy, isn't a big reader. It went on ...

In most Spanish bars the gents is a normal household type toilet. The sort we men leave the seat up on. In some places, like cinemas, s...

I talked to my mum on the phone today. She asked me how my birthday had gone on Wednesday. She apologised for only having sent a card and ...

The man on the phone asked me if he was speaking to don Christopher. I told him that he was but whatever he was selling I didn't want...

I still watch TV more or less as I did in the 1960s. Not that I stare avidly at Zip Nolan or Mike Nelson in Sea Hunt but I do generally,...

It's not a complex idea. When I was a lad braziers were the natural complement to those little striped tents that workmen used to set ...

Sorry to be indelicate but imagine we are in the toilet. No, not we, you or I, separately, apart,  in different but similar toilets. Th...