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I bought my first car from a dealer in Almería. I was eighteen and had recently (that morning, probably) passed the driving test in Huercal ...

In the old days, it was easy enough to find frogs. They would be croaking in some corner of the garden or leaping into a nearby pond. Someti...

The infinity of space is a subject that makes us dream. The Hubble observatory, drifting purposefully around our planet like an extra from a...

It is said that the old village of Mojácar, that white cubist wonder squatting on the final hill of the Sierra Cabrera as it tumbles towards...

There are said to be three Anglo bullfight-appreciation associations around, one in New York, the second in London (and a very venerable clu...

You probably know my main webpage - The Entertainer Online - which covers local news and comment (I live in Mojácar, Spain), national news,...

I’ve written in the past about the knotty subject of integration for the Europeans: the foreigners, the ingleses or the what-have-yous. Ever...

Well, let's see: Spain has consistently ignored the subject of the tens of thousands of illegal homes sold, mostly, to northern European...

So what are the rules about blurring out faces in press photographs and TV news and documentaries? Are we protecting the innocent, or maybe ...

We enjoy two winters here in Almería, the proper one, which lasts for a few months and is usually passably survivable, and the tourist one, ...

I’m not by nature a flashy dresser – I’d have moved to Milano rather than Mojácar if I was – but early this morning I noticed that I needed ...

I was walking down the street of our local market town the other day, day-dreaming of the light chores that faced me as I fiddled absently w...

So, another public holiday has passed when everything, or at least, most things, were firmly shut. Shops and banks shut; boutiques and bars ...

Removed by order of the court!

A new piece of ice has detached itself from Antarctica - not the one on the right, but the one on the left. They are both a decent size, aro...

When we first moved to Mojácar, back before there was much going on there, we met a young Spanish fellow who was to become a great friend. W...

Breakfast is, as often as not, a meal shared with lots of friends. Small, feathery ones called ‘sparrows’. Now, British readers may not be f...

I had just discovered that the editor had pushed his fine paper up from biweekly to weekly and this meant that I would need to write somethi...

They’ve not done much in the past thirty years as regards the building of social or cultural projects in our town. There is an ‘artisan cent...