Unchi-unchi

It must have been late on a Saturday afternoon and we all got together at Fontanella for beers and nibbles. Monica did a great job of pulling gastronomic rabbits out of hats all evening, one after another, and Valen made sure the music was good and up to scratch. The conversation flowed and beers were […]

Doggy style

Sophie was offered a house sitting job for a few days and the rather plush flat in the 16 ème arrondisement in Paris, just off Rue des Belles Feuilles, came with a large and ageing black Labrador bitch. The owners, Mr et Mme Legrand, would be away for a few days and the dog, though […]

Sketch: TAP dance

As always, the flight back from Lisbon to Barcelona was pretty full and Cristina and I ended up being allocated separate seats; 20 E and 21 E respectively. At check-in we went through something of a song and dance regarding the weight of our suitcase. The hostess was kind enough to suggest that we might […]

Sketch: Water Baby

At school I joined the swimming club my last two summers there. I’d been dropping in to swim several times a week, year round, since I could remember and the thought of taking it a step further appealed to me. My routine was my own, at my own pace and strictly extra-curricular; lengths done at […]

Sketch: Gloria and Estefanía

Just up the road from our flat is El Chipen. I suppose you might call it our “local” although I’ve always resisted the idea of having a regular watering hole attributed to me. Be that as it may, Cris and I go there several times a week for a few beers at the end of […]

Tales of the unexpected: a sketch

Scene 1- Showing up with Cris for an appointment for a CAT scan at 1.00am at Hospital Clinic where there is no one around. The guard at reception gives us complicated directions down wide empty corridors and down into the basement. We wander about like lost souls, seeing no one, and eventually find our way […]

Sketch: I exhale in two parts

I was still in our flat in Muntaner but not long from having to leave it. By then I had closed almost all of the hatches – or so I believed – and my state of mind was as tight as I could manage. As I’ve told you before, those last couple of months in […]

Sketch: Popeye

It is mid morning, the 1st of November 2013, and I’m taking you down the avenue of cypresses that lead to the gates of the cemetery of Figueras. The wind is blowing in our faces from the north – La Tramontana – with something of a bite. At the gates a crowd of perhaps a […]

Sketch: Dans le noir

I believe the concept exists in other cities; a restaurant where you eat in pitch black and are served by blind waiters. The experience is a curious as it is unsettling. You are walked through a couple of black-out curtains and met by your waiter who then takes you by the hand and leads you […]

Sketch: Amber Waves

He recalled that when he was a little sprog at school there was always that one girl he had a mortal crush on. Laura was the first and he was only just six. It was always one girl and his feelings were always true but of course there was something of a turnover with regards […]

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