Snoring is like stupidity: you don’t know you’re a sufferer until someone points it out. So depending on your perspective I am either a terrible snorer, as several special friends have been kind enough to remark over the years, or absolutely fantastic at it. I mean world class. Really- a virtuoso. A baleful combination of Read More
(Third in a series of bits from a road trip in summer 2018. The prelude is here; here’s Part One; and Part Two.) Day three: and further into the hot, arid heart of Spain. Today’s mission: we come in search of lechazo. Those three tripping syllables have represented a kind of meaty magic for decades: Read More
This post is one of a series from a road trip I took summer 2018. For the introduction, read this. ‘Lo sencillo es tan sencillo, tan sencillo, que es complicado.’ We leave Bilbao far behind and head west for a couple of hours along the Cantabrian coast, into the green of Asturias. We skirt the Read More
This is a standalone introduction to five or six planned posts from our recent road trip across Spain. Think of it as background colour. Maybe it’s my time of life. Maybe it’s this entire Brexit farrago: but recently I have been reflecting on what it means to be the son of a European immigrant. And Read More
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