Opinion

The 'buy your tapas' spree

As tough jobs go, rounding up total strangers off the street for a small commission has got to be right up there and, these days, as the phenomenon becomes ever more prevalent at eating establishments in Malaga city centre, I always endeavour to decline any such advances as politely as possible

Starting to look the part

Malaga is beginning to look a lot like a big city

What a weird world

Winks at old-style comics and digital antics are the new arty classics

The worst tippers

Nothing in common

The future awaits

The chores of defeat

These days, finding an ironmongers requires a forty minute trek through a labyrinth of ice cream parlours, cocktail bars and Mexican restaurants to get to the outskirts of town where the strangely comforting hand-written, misspelt signs and dusty tools are hanging behind the shop window

A notable absence

Coming as it does in an election year, the Conservatives' abstention from voting should be an antidote to complacency on Sánchez's part

Fair and square

Easter will be well-organised mayhem as usual, although it still baffles me how the throngs and thrones which conspire to provide such a stunning spectacle don't provoke more problems than they actually do