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Barney GriffithsCatalonia Today |
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....