Mancunicon took place in a corridor.  I could see quite well both ways from my tableland, or mesa which I

During Christmas 2015 a cap of smog was officially bad in Madrid, nevertheless a solitary seagull found its way more

One of the authors I tackled in my long-ago, maybe misconceived book of literary criticism entitled The Modern Fantasy, never

At the end of May 2015 I went with Cristina to Copenhagen so that I could be a Guest of

Streets in the geometrical old city of Cadiz (correctly, Cádiz) tend to be very long and narrow—beware of cars and

I didn't expect there to be quite so much of Seville.  Queues kept us away from the Cathedral and from

On the eve of Xmas Eve (2014), Cristina and I were at the Telefónica Foundation in Madrid's Gran Vía for

December 2014: a week ago I was making my way with difficulty, due to the crush of crowds, through the

When I found this dramatic engraving of the Leaning Tower of Zaragoza, unknown to me, at a temporary antiques/junk stall

When a Spanish priest in Liberia became infected with Ebola a few weeks ago, the Spanish conservative government stupidly flew