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Catalonia Today |
It’s turning out to be a different sort of Christmas this year. The big family seasonal lunch – with turkey, roast potatoes, Yorkshire pudding and...
The rumours have been abounding for some time now in the media, both social and professional; by word of mouth; or simply in people’s dreams: the...
And the gap grows ever wider. There was a time when my family faced life on the street. That generation’s world collapsed due to disease and death...
One of my favourite movie scenes kicks off Quentin Tarantino’s ’Reservoir Dogs’. A group of bank robbers are ready to pay for breakfast in a...
For years, part of my professional life depended on other people’s footnotes. Academics would send me dense Catalan or Spanish manuscripts on urban...
As a Hollywood movie might say, the following is a true story. In December I was awoken at an hour normally reserved for foxes, bakers and people with...
I’ve had three types of Christmas in my life so far. The UK 1970s and 80s edition: house smells of tangerines, Sellotape and anticipation. My...
Autumn in Catalonia means one thing: wild mushroom season. Or, as locals call it, bolet fever – a national pastime ranking somewhere between...
Barcelona is a city that knows how to turn up the heat. In the clubs. In the politics. In the football. But come summer, it turns it up a bit too much...
Catalonia is many things: sun-drenched beaches, precariously stacked human towers, football teams that induce spiritual devotion and restaurants so...
In a column in this magazine some 20 years ago I coined the term “Britalan” to refer to those British people like myself who had taken up...
The imminent demise of a language is never announced with an official statement. There’s no press conference where a solemn-faced government...
Following my recent moan about local customer service, here’s something for balance. There’s an unspoken thrill in contacting Microsoft Support....