Life in Culebrón

I'm not particularly good with people. I'm not particularly outgoing. I'm terrible at remembering faces (well whole bodies come ...

I'm hypermetropic and astigmatic - long sighted with funny shaped eyes. When I was young my family thought I was stupid because I had ...

Thirty one years ago, in the Bar Lennon in Valencia, the barman turned out to be the chatty type. Having to talk in a mixture of mime, tort...

There are a lot of road signs in Spain. Most of them are pretty standard and give orders, warnings or advice in the way that road signs do...

There's one of those professional looking videos that does the rounds on Facebook that I rather like. In it a succession of people wal...

Today is All Saints' day in Spain. Well I suppose it's All Saint's all over the Catholic World, maybe farther afield, anyw...

Normally, when I go to the theatre or somesuch I put the photos on Picasa or Facebook and that's it but I just have to tell you abou...

One of my little jokes is that I like paying Spanish taxes. I say it gives me the right to complain about Spanish politicians. Now I'm...

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 need to write something. Not that I have a psychological need or anything but it's about time. Blogs need fuelling. As I washed th...

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...

Going to the bank on Spain is a pain in the backside. The queues go on for ever. There aren't enough tellers whilst there are far too...

When I couldn't get a beer in Tarragona many years ago I decided to learn Spanish. I did a few years of those one or two hour a week S...

Maggie was most definite in the manner in which she declined to go on the roller coaster that flipped people over and did barrel rolls. S...

On the beach that is. Maggie's Mitsu is nine years old but Miitsubishi Spain phoned us about getting a software update. I suspect th...

Everyone knows that Brits in Spain wear socks with sandals, go bright red in the sun and swill beer. One of those conversational topics, des...

I'd been surprised when the door of office number two had opened as I leaned on it. I half stumbled and half leapt into the room on t...

I reckon I was the only person in the audience who wasn't a mother, father, sister brother, uncle or other relative of someone on sta...

Recently I have had a bit of a spate of sending Mr Angry letters - well emails - to various organisations in Spain. Generally they have be...

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 ...