Spanish Shilling

Right now, I am cooling my heels in Facebook Jail. It's a bit frustrating, as I had got into the habit of posting pictures of kittens an...

Housebound today, as the red dust blown in from the Sahara makes it a chore to breathe if I go outside. Maybe the red rain which will be com...

  Somebody was asking on Facebook – is it easy to move to Spain and get a job? I answered with that old chestnut: ‘the only way to make a s...

  My late wife Barbara wrote this one in 2012. At some moment of time in the late eighties, I was writing a special for our newspaper on ...

There is a desire among newspapers and news-sites to get more readers, because more readers means more advertising revenue (apparently). ...

The subject of old Renault 4s came up somewhere. My dad had bought one back in 1967 which stood us proud until one day some nitwit from Meli...

I've been fixing some of my favourite stories and have posted them here . One day, maybe somebody will publish these things as a book. J...

I won't say that I started the year with a glass of tequila, mainly because I was in bed by half-past nine. Age takes its toll. Breakfas...

 I suppose we all know where we stand when we come from the same village. We went to school together, grew up together, had the same footbal...

I had spent Thursday and Friday with my daughter and family, who live an hour down the motorway, celebrating first Thanksgiving (where one...

It’s time that those of us who are British by birth (or passport) and have the good fortune to live in Spain, with papers allowing us to s...