Some of the locals would have you believe that Barcelona is the global capital of crazy. Not at all, for, as Holmes remarked in The Adventure of the Copper Beeches, “the lowest and vilest alleys in London[, Barcelona, whatever] do not present a more dreadful record of sin than does the smiling and beautiful countryside.” [...]

Graham over at Baldric’s Trousers is publishing photos of the Forum event here, and it sounds rather as if he’s got a season ticket. I’ve had the occasional glance at the webcams (1/2) which, once you get past the stupid DHTML, show great empty spaces - visitor numbers are terrible - so it’s good to [...]

Unfortunately this is not the case at Sexo para extranjeros. Oh dear, back to those extra-terrestrial marrow monsters.

Notorious scumbag Patrick Kluivert was convicted this week of threatening a Barcelona waitress. I am just trying to imagine what will happen to him if Middlesbrough buy him and he tries the same trick in a Teesside bar.

I always thought that a commodity was an article that could be traded, and that time (99-year lease, delivery in October, they’ve already started rotting) was a major determinant of price. Not so in the Guardian, where Hugh Muir writes of Simon Hughes’ moribund campaign to become London mayor that